William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 35
Hot blood begets hot thoughts, And hot thoughts beget Hot deeds, And hot deeds is love.
My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am nor what I do.
But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live.
I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.
To this urn let those repair That are either true or fair; For these dead birds sigh a prayer.
I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip
If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine, Thou robb'st me of a moiety.
A tardiness in nature, Which often leaves the history unspoke, That it intends to do.
What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts.