“Sblood, but you will not hear me:— If ever I did dream of such a matter, Abhor me.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow We are such stuff as dreams are made of. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Oh, I have passed a miserable night, so full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“All things that are, are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We are such stuff as dreams are made of, and our little life is rounded with a sleep. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Poor wretches that depend On greatness' favor, dream as I have done; Wake, and find nothing. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“What win I if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma or a hideous dream. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Which dreams indeed are ambition;for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. A dream itself is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard, Being in night, all this is but a dream, Too flattering-sweet to be substantial” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“What relish is in this? How runs the stream? Or I am mad, or else this is a dream. Let fancy still… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I dreamt my lady came and found me dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
...and then, in dreaming, / The clouds methought would open and show riches / Ready to drop upon me, that when I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What win I, if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Thou talk'st of nothing." "True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O hell! to choose love by another's eyes!" "Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness did lay… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand. My bosom's lord sits lightly… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasm or a hideous dream.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumbered here While these visions did… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: My bosom's lord sits lightly… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer The Slings and Arrows… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep’st so sound. Julius Caesar (2.1.248-251)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.' And yet, I warrant, it had upon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
