They told me I was everything. 'Tis a lie, I am not ague-proof. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why should we rise because 'tis light? Did we lie down because t'was night? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; And she a fair divided… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Light seeking light doth light of light beguile: So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, Your light grows dark by… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Their understanding Begins to swell and the approaching tide Will shortly fill the reasonable shores That now lie foul and muddy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue: His faults lie open to the laws; let them, Not you, correct him. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Officers, what offence have these men done? DOGBERRY Marry, sir, they have committed false report; moreover, they have spoken untruths; secondarily, they… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her like… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ay, but to die and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstrution and to rot; This sensible warm motion… — 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
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
They whose guilt within their bosom lies, imagine every eye beholds their blame. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He's a soldier; and for one to say a soldier lies, is stabbing. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why, thou deboshed fish thou...Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To lapse in fulness Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood Is worse in kings than beggars. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie. — 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
