The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Zounds! sir, you are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Was ever woman in this humour wooed? Was ever woman in this humour won? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For he was likely, had he been put on, to have proved most royally. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That which I would discover The law of friendship bids me to conceal. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Though it make the unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let's teach ourselves that honorable stop, Not to outsport discretion. — 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