What thing, in honor, had my father lost, That need to be revived and breathed in me? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The Dear father Would with his daughter speak, commands her service; Are they inform'd of this? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, it is a chance which does redeem all sorrows that ever I have… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
These lies are like their father that begets them, gross as a mountain, open, palpable. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have you not love enough to bear with me, when that rash humor which my mother gave me makes me forgetful. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“My father's spirit in arms! all is not well; I doubt some foul play: would the night were come! Till then sit… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“The purple violets and marigolds Shall as a carpet hang upon thy grave While summer days doth last. Ay me, poor maid,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Villain, what hast thou done? Aaron: That which thou canst not undo. Chiron: Thou hast undone our mother. Aaron: Villain, I have… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Sir, this young fellow's mother could: whereupon she grew round-wombed, and had, indeed, sir, a son for her cradle ere she had… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Obey thy parents, keep thy word justly; swear not; commit not with man's sworn spouse; set not thy sweet heart on proud… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Lady Macduff: Now God help thee, poor monkey! But how wilt thou do for a father? Son: If he were dead, you'd… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My father compounded with my mother under the Dragon's tail, and my nativity was under Ursa Major, so that it follows, I… — 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
O, that our fathers would applause our loves, To seal our happiness with hteir consents! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What should a man do but be merry? For look you how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within's two… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Methinks a father Is at the nuptial of his son a guest That best becomes the table. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My father names me Autolycus, who being, as I am, littered under Mercury, was likewise a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven, Visit her face' too roughly. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The voice of parents is the voice of gods, for to their children they are heaven's lieutenants. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“No, sure, my lord, my mother cried, but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O father Abram, what these Christians are, Whose own hard dealing teaches them suspect The thoughts of others! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A grandma's name is little less in love than is the doting title of a mother. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by fortune's dearest… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She told her, while she kept it, 'Twould make her amiable and subdue my father Entirely to her love, but if she… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes That have been so bedazzled with the sun That everything I look on seemeth green. Now… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“If e’er the Jew her father come to heaven, It will be for his gentle daughter’s sake; And never dare misfortune cross… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed With raven's feather from unwholesom fen Drop on you both! A southwest blow on… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour. BEATRICE No, sure, my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Her father lov'd me; oft invited me; Still question'd me the story of my life, From year to year, the battles, sieges,… — 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
“My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; my soul the father: and these two beget a generation of still-breeding thoughts,… — 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
