Quotes from William Shakespeare

I am misanthropos, and hate mankind, For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something.

O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, that he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell

Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.

Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.

This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange That even our loves should with our fortunes change, For 'tis a question left us yet to prove, Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.

You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame

Love that well which thou must leave ere long.

If you love an addle egg as well as you love an idle head, you would eat chickens i' th' shell.

My love is thine to teach; teach it but how, And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn. Any hard lesson that may do thee good.

It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.

And in some perfumes there is more delight than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know that music hath a far more pleasing sound.

I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire, But qualify the fire's extreme rage, Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason.

Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.

But love that comes too late, Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, To the great sender turns a sour offense, Crying, 'That's good that's gone.

Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.

How wayward is this foolish love that, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse and presently, all humble, kiss the rod.

Then love-devouring Death do what he dare.

Love and meekness, lord, Become a churchman better than ambition: Win straying souls with modesty again, Cast none away.

Oh, flatter me; for love delights in praises.

In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond.

Love denied blights the soul we owe to God.

For you and I are past our dancing days.

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.

Love is like a child, That longs for everything it can come by