“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.”
Source: Romeo and Juliet
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.”
Source: Romeo and Juliet
Source: Macbeth, Act V, scene v.
Context: Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
Source: The Tempest
“For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?”
Source: Much Ado About Nothing
“When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.”
Source: Much Ado About Nothing
“Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream”
Source: A Midsummer Night's Dream
Shylock, Act III, scene i.
Source: The Merchant of Venice (1596–7)
Context: I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions; fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, heal'd by the same means, warm'd and cool'd by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Source: All's Well That Ends Well
“The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.”
Source: A Midsummer Night's Dream