William Shakespeare

But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees, and leave them honeyless.

William Shakespeare

But here’s the joy: my friend and I are one, Sweet flattery!

William Shakespeare

But I am pigeon-liver’d, and lack gall to make oppression bitter.

William Shakespeare

But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

William Shakespeare

But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.

William Shakespeare

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.

William Shakespeare

But jealous souls will not be answer’d so; They are not ever jealous for the cause, but jealous for they are jealous; ’tis a monster begot upon itself, born on itself.

William Shakespeare

But love, first learned in a lady’s eyes, lives not alone immured in the brain.

William Shakespeare

But never doubt I love.

William Shakespeare

But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man’s eyes.

William Shakespeare