William Shakespeare Thus Quotations

Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad

And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.

Thus to persistIn doing wrong extenuates not wrong,But makes it much more heavy.

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit, For if they could, Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.

Why does my blood thus muster to my heart,Making both it unable for itself,And dispossessing all my other partsOf necessary fitness?

Why does my blood thus muster to my heart, and dispossessing all my other parts of necessary fitness?