This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-Paradise. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Why did you wish me milder? would you have me False to my nature? Rather say I play The man I am.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd, Quoted, and sign'd, to do a deed of shame. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The most peerless piece of earth, I think, that e' er the sun shone bright on. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I think he'll be to Rome as is the osprey to the fish, who takes it by sovereignty of nature.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There should be hours for necessities, not for delights; times to repair our nature with comforting repose, and not for us to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The crown o' the earth doth melt. My lord! O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O sir, you are old; nature in you stands on the very verge of her confine; you should be ruled and led… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object! For this the foolish over-careful fathers Have broke their sleep with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath Balm of hurt minds,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Plutus himself, That knows the tinct and multiplying med'cine, Hath not in nature's mystery more science Than I have in this ring. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is thyself, mine own self's better part; Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart; My food, my fortune, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for's power to thunder.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gauds, Though they are made and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
. . . yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Lay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night As a rich jewel… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“This is in thee a nature but infected; A poor unmanly melancholy sprung From change of fortune. Why this spade? this place?… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“This royal throne of kings, this scepter’d isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“He that hangs himself is a virgin: virginity murders itself, and should be buried in highways, out of all sanctified limit, as… — 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
