Let me be boiled to death with melancholy. William Shakespeare More Quotes by William Shakespeare More Quotes From William Shakespeare O horror! Horror! Horror! Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee! William Shakespeare halloween heart kids The prize of all too precious you. William Shakespeare prize love-you If thou dost love, proclaim it faithfully. William Shakespeare ifs Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more! William Shakespeare hurt insomnia sleep Tell them, that, to ease them of their griefs, Their fear of hostile strokes, their aches, losses, Their pangs of love, with other incident throes That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them. William Shakespeare grief kindness loss It was a lover and his lass, William Shakespeare spring sweet bird Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war! William Shakespeare military dog war I love him for his sake; William Shakespeare i-love-him liars thinking Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them. William Shakespeare love men people Being daily swallowed by men's eyes, They surfeited with honey and began To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. So, when he had occasion to be seen, He was but as the cuckoo is in June. Heard, not regarded. William Shakespeare june eye men We all are men, in our own natures frail, and capable of our flesh; few are angels. William Shakespeare angel flesh men What though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care. William Shakespeare cat care courage And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And asleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me must be heard of, say, I taught thee. William Shakespeare teaching teacher dull The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts William Shakespeare summer spring sweet They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love. William Shakespeare angel running love I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum. William Shakespeare tempest hamlet-and-ophelia brother Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. William Shakespeare disease-and-death political memorable What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel? *Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?* William Shakespeare men night art Out, damned spot! Out, I say! William Shakespeare play memorable hands How is it that the clouds still hang on you? William Shakespeare hamlet-and-ophelia stills clouds
