This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end. William Shakespeare More Quotes by William Shakespeare More Quotes From William Shakespeare Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art, William Shakespeare mouths love art A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences. William Shakespeare influence love art See where she comes apparelled like the spring. William Shakespeare spring love Was ever woman in this humour wooed? William Shakespeare humour love Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front; William Shakespeare soul love war But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph. William Shakespeare nymphs glasses love Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; I love her ten times more than e'er I did: O, how I long to have some chat with her! William Shakespeare wenches love long Fie, fie upon her! William Shakespeare eye feet love Is she not passing fair? William Shakespeare passings passing love O heaven! were man, But constant, he were perfect. William Shakespeare perfect love men While we lie tumbling in the hay. William Shakespeare hay love lying I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true. William Shakespeare ballads print love Conceit in weakest bodies works the strongest. William Shakespeare body-work strongest conceited Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought. William Shakespeare wish father Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off ... Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust. William Shakespeare noble dust father The Dear father Would with his daughter speak, commands her service; Are they inform'd of this? William Shakespeare daughter speak father To you your father should be as a god. William Shakespeare theseus should father You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him! William Shakespeare let-me father O, that our fathers would applause our loves, To seal our happiness with hteir consents! William Shakespeare applause our-love father As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite, Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth. William Shakespeare comfort father children
