The most peerless piece of earth, I think, that e' er the sun shone bright on. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give ... — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Then to Silvia let us sing that Silvia is excelling. She excels each mortal thing upon the dull earth dwelling. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Nay, had I pow'r, I should Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, confound All unity on… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, where is loyalty? If it be banished from the frosty head, Where shall it find a harbor in the earth? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But the strong base and building of my love is as the very centre of the earth, drawing all things to it. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Nature, as it grows again toward earth, is fashioned for the journey, dull and heavy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This rough magic I here abjure and when I have required some heavenly music, which even now I do, to work mine… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This blessèd plot, this earth, this realm, this England This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, . . . This land… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But bad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Crowns have their compass-length of days their date- Triumphs their tomb-felicity, her fate- Of nought but earth can earth make us partaker,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
CLEOPATRA: If it be love indeed, tell me how much. ANTONY: There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned. CLEOPATRA: I'll… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
for my grief's so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This royal throne of kings, this sceptered isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, And so doth yours: your fault was not your folly; Needs must you lay… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The bay-trees in our country are all withered, And meteors fright the fixèd stars of heaven. The pale-faced moon looks bloody on… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i' the receiving earth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Cry "havoc!" and let loose the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welkin… — 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
