Title: All’s Well That Ends Well  Author: William Shakespeare Subjects: Play; Drama; Comedy The play is based on a tale of Bocca...

Title: Romeo and Juliet  Author: William Shakespeare Subjects: Classic; Drama; Play; Tragedy  The title characters Romeo and Jul...

Title: As You Like It  Author: William Shakespeare Subjects: Drama; Play; Comedy  As You Like It follows its heroine Rosalind as...

Title: The Comedy of Errors  Author: William Shakespeare Subjects: Classic; Drama; Play The Comedy of Errors tells the story of ...

Title: Hamlet ( The Tragedy of Hamlet)  Author: William Shakespeare Subjects: Play; Drama; Tragedy  The play depicts Prince H...

'Vilia miretur vulgus; mihi flavus Apollo Pocula Castalia plena ministret aqua.' To the Right Honorable Henry Wriothesly, ...

To the Right Honorable Henry Wriothesly, Earl of Southampton, and Baron of Tichfield. The love I dedicate to your lordship is wi...

LET the bird of loudest lay, On the sole Arabian tree, Herald sad and trumpet be, To whose sound chaste wings obey. But thou shrieking ha...

CLIV. The little Love-god lying once asleep Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste l...

CLIII. Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep: A maid of Dian's this advantage found, And his love-kindling fire did quickly...

CLII. In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn, But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing, In act thy bed-vow broke an...

CLI. Love is too young to know what conscience is; Yet who knows not conscience is born of love? Then, gentle cheater, urge not my...

CL. O, from what power hast thou this powerful might With insufficiency my heart to sway? To make me give the lie to my true sight...

CXLIX. Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not, When I against myself with thee partake? Do I not think on thee, when I forgot ...

CXLVIII. O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head, Which have no correspondence with true sight! Or, if they have, where is my jud...

CXLVII. My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the il...

CXLVI. Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, [ ] these rebel powers that thee array; Why dost thou pine within and suffer dear...

CXLV. Those lips that Love's own hand did make Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate' To me that languish'd f...

CXLIV. Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair, ...

CXLIII. Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catch One of her feather'd creatures broke away, Sets down her babe and makes an sw...