Come, and take choice of all my library, And so beguile thy sorrow. William Shakespeare More Quotes by William Shakespeare More Quotes From William Shakespeare Men at some time are masters of their fates. William Shakespeare cassiusfatemen Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break. William Shakespeare sadnessgriefheart There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow. William Shakespeare hamlet-and-opheliaspecialfall Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end. William Shakespeare waveminutesends Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. . . . William Shakespeare griefmoonart Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured is that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are in love too. William Shakespeare darkhouselove-is These violent delights have violent ends. William Shakespeare romeo-and-juliet-lovedelightfriendship Many a true word hath been spoken in jest. William Shakespeare true-wordsjest Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak. William Shakespeare womenfunnythinking Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. William Shakespeare deceptionrunningwater For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. William Shakespeare kingsdrinkingbeer She's gone. I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe her. William Shakespeare broken-heartbreak-uplove I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss. William Shakespeare kissingkindlove Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know. William Shakespeare soulheartknowledge Small things make base men proud. William Shakespeare small-thingsproudmen But love is blind and lovers cannot see William Shakespeare veniceblindlove That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman. William Shakespeare memorablelovemen Lord, what fools these mortals be! William Shakespeare stupid-peoplesummerdream That we would do William Shakespeare changehurthands Hot blood begets hot thoughts, And hot thoughts beget Hot deeds, And hot deeds is love. William Shakespeare deedshotblood
