It is the bright day that brings forth the adder, and that craves wary walking. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Do not for one repulse, forego the purpose That you resolved to effect. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My long sickness Of health and living now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Who is Silvia What is she, That all our swains commend her Holy, fair, and wise is she. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The pow'r I have on you is to spare you / The malice towards you, to forgive you. Posthumus — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“He’s mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse’s health, a boy’s love, or a whore’s oath.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Lady, you know no rules of charity, Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have more than thou showest, Speak less than thou knowest, Lend less than thou owest ... — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How many things by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection! — 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