Quotes of Shakespeare, William
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Were kisses all the joys in bed,One woman would another wed. |
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Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was madeFor kissing, lady, not for such contempt. |
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To weep is to make less the depth of grief. |
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Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing. |
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But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,All losses are restored and sorrows end. |
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As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words. |
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Pleasure and action make the hours seem short. |
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Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. |
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How like a winter hath my absence beenFrom thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!What old December's bareness everywhere! |
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Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance? |
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