The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And Nature must obey necessity. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Nature, as it grows again toward earth, is fashioned for the journey, dull and heavy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A tardiness in nature, Which often leaves the history unspoke, That it intends to do. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, where is loyalty? If it be banished from the frosty head, Where shall it find a harbor in the earth? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But the strong base and building of my love is as the very centre of the earth, drawing all things to it. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“The Moor is of a free and open nature, That thinks men honest that but seem to be so; And will as… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Feared by their breed and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
CLEOPATRA: If it be love indeed, tell me how much. ANTONY: There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned. CLEOPATRA: I'll… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
for my grief's so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Ah, she doth teach the torches to burn bright, it seems she hangs against the cheek of night like a rich jewel… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am thy father's spirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night And, for the day, confin'd to fast in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welkin… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Crowns have their compass-length of days their date- Triumphs their tomb-felicity, her fate- Of nought but earth can earth make us partaker,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Cry "havoc!" and let loose the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell? Sleeping or waking, mad or well-advised? Known unto these, and to myself disguised?… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“In nature there's no blemish but the mind; None can be called deformed but the unkind: Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Look on beauty, And you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight, Which therein works a miracle in nature, Making them lightest… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But bad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This blessèd plot, this earth, this realm, this England This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, . . . This land… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Refrain to-night; And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence, the next more easy; For use almost can… — 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
