William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 150
Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty.
By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.
But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise
Be like you thought our love would last too long, if it were chain'd together
And ruin`d love when it is built anew, grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater
Alas, their love may be call'd appetite. No motion of the liver, but the palate
Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity
The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, is often left unloved.
She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project or affection, she is so self-endeared
In the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear!