Nor shall this peace sleep with her; but as when The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix, Her ashes new-create another… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir. My daughter he hath wedded. I will die, And leave him all. Life, living,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to th's first. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fairies, black, grey, green, and white, You moonshine revellers, and shades of night, You orphan heirs of fixed destiny, Attend your office… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To die: - to sleep: No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie, And young affection gapes to be his heir; That fair for which love groan'd… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live regist'red upon our brazen tombs And then grace us in the disgrace… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why, friends, you go to do you know not what: Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves? Alas, you know not: I… — 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
