Shakespeare love poems
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds.
William ShakespeareBut love is blind and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit; For if they could, Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy.
William ShakespeareLove looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
William ShakespeareLove is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes, Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers’ tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
William ShakespeareIf Love be rough with you, be rough with Love, prick Love for pricking, and you beat Love down.
William ShakespeareLove is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everyone else.
William ShakespeareThis bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
William ShakespeareGod bless thee; and put meekness in thy mind, love, charity, obedience, and true duty!
William ShakespeareIn peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility;
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger:
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
William ShakespeareIf thou remember'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not loved.
William ShakespeareThe fault, dear Brutus, lies not in our stars, but in ourselves if we are underlings.
William ShakespeareAnd this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
William ShakespeareTo thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
William ShakespeareWhat's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
William ShakespeareTo be a well-flavored man is the gift of fortune, but to write or read comes by nature.
William ShakespeareSilence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much.
William ShakespeareO, now, for ever Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content! Farewell the plumed troop and the big wars That make ambition virtue! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner, and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone!
William ShakespeareFrom this day forward until the end of the world...we in it shall be remembered...we band of brothers.
William ShakespeareI, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind.
William ShakespeareAlas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now; your gambols, your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? Quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come.
William ShakespeareA jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.
William ShakespeareOur doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win By fearing to attempt.
William ShakespeareMine honour is my life; both grow in one; take honour from me and my life is done.
William ShakespeareCowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.
William Shakespeare
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