But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My business was great, and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see pathways to his will! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Nor aught so good but strained from that fair use, Revolts from true birth stumbling on abuse. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Benvolio- "By my head, here come the Capulets." Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My love is deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both are infinite. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
