Unless the old adage must be verified, That beggars mounted, run their horse to death. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I think thy horse will sooner con an oration than thou learn a prayer without book. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Anger is like A full hot horse, who being allowed his way, Self-mettle tires him. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, and thou no breath at all?” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
As full of spirit as the month of May, and as gorgeous as the sun in Midsummer. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen! Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head! Spur your proud horses hard, and ride… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
...Vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimms, and makes it indistinct As water is in water — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Contention, like a horse, Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, And bears down all before him. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
His neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage. He is indeed a horse... — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I will be master of what is mine own: She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house, My household stuff,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Don Pedro - (...)'In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.' Benedick - The savage bull may, but if ever the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He's of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger… he is pure air and fire; and the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And my poor fool is hanged! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents The armorers accomplishing the knights,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Well could he ride, and often men would say, "That horse his mettle from his rider takes: Proud of subjection, noble by… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Some glory in their birth , some in their skill , Some in their wealth , some in their bodies' force ,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Stay, my lord, And let your reason with your choler question What 'tis you go about: to climb steep hills Requires slow… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ever note, Lucilius, When love begins to sicken and decay It useth an enforced ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and… — 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
Is he on his horse? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on his back. — 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
