Love is merely madness...

Quote by Shakespeare

Topics: Love Quotes

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could...

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could...

Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear

Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear

Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid.

Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid.

Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.

Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.

'Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.

'Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.

Death is a fearful thing.

Death is a fearful thing.

Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything.

Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything.

They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love...

They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love...

Our foster-nurse of nature is repose

Our foster-nurse of nature is repose

He does it with better grace, but I do it more natural.

He does it with better grace, but I do it more natural.

I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the...

I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the...

Speak low, if you speak love.

Speak low, if you speak love.

Doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth that he...

Doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth that he...

And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.

And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.

Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for...

Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for...

Now is the winter of our discontent.

Now is the winter of our discontent.

Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's...

Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's...

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night

Sorrow is the child of too much joy

Sorrow is the child of too much joy

We will never forget them nor the last time we saw them this morning as...

We will never forget them nor the last time we saw them this morning as...