William Shakespeare Madness Quotations

My wits begin to turn.

For to define true madness, What is't but to be nothing else but mad?

Love is . . . a madness most discreet

Like madness is the glory of life.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged a fire sparkling in lovers eyes, being vexed a sea nourished with lovers tears, What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a perserving sweet.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet.

ROSS You must have patience, madam. LADY MACDUFF He had none: His flight was madness: when our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors.

Though this be madness, yet there is method

Love is merely a madness.

Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.

Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks.

O! that way madness lies; let me shun that.