Sweet as Wine
No settled senses of the world can match
The pleasure of that madness….
For this affliction has a taste as sweet
As any cordial comfort.
-The Winter’s Tale,
Act V, Scene iii

No settled senses of the world can match
The pleasure of that madness….
For this affliction has a taste as sweet
As any cordial comfort.
-The Winter’s Tale,
Act V, Scene iii

Spare speech.
Decline your head. This kiss, if it durst speak,
Would stretch thy spirits up into the air.
–King Lear,
Act IV, Scene ii

A thousand kisses buys my heart from me;
And pay them at thy leisure, one by one….
Say, for non-payment that the debt should double,
Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble?
–Venus and Adonis

O, come, be buried
A second time within these arms.
–Pericles,
Act V, Scene iii

A thousand deaths
Would I propose to achieve her whom I love.
–Titus Andronicus,
Act II, Scene i