William Shakespeare

I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you, an 't were any nightingale. -A read more

I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you, an 't were any nightingale. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.

To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
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To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to.

Yet marked O where the bolt of Cupid fell.
It fell upon a little western flower,
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Yet marked O where the bolt of Cupid fell.
It fell upon a little western flower,
Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound,
And maidens call it love-in-idleness.

A young man married is a man that 's marr'd. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.

A young man married is a man that 's marr'd. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.