My charity is outrage, life my shame; And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Oppose not rage while rage is in its force, but give it way a while and let it waste. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For when we rage, advice is often seen By blunting us to make our wits more keen. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
While he was drunk asleep, or in his rage, or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Deal mildly with his youth; for young hot colts, being rag's, do rage the more.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The thing of courage As rous'd with rage doth sympathise, And, with an accent tun'd in self-same key, Retorts to chiding fortune. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is a law in each well-ordered nation To curb those raging appetites that are Most disobedient and refractory. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O, were mine eyeballs into bullets turn'd, That I in rage might shoot them at your faces!” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I do oppose My patience to his fury, and am arm'd To suffer, with a quietness of spirit, The very tyranny and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire, But qualify the fire's extreme rage, Lest it should burn above the… — 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
Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But there is no such man; for, brother, men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If there were reason for these miseries, then into limits could I bind my woes. If the winds rages, doth not the… — 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
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
My rage is gone, And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up. Help, three o' th' chiefest soldiers; I'll be one.… — 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
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our teeples, drowned the cocks!… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Kent. Where's the king? Gent. Contending with the fretful elements; Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, Or swell the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Think you a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The bay-trees in our country are all withered, And meteors fright the fixèd stars of heaven. The pale-faced moon looks bloody on… — 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
