Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, Drink off this potion! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O you beast! I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron, That you shall think the devil is come from hell. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker, this huge hill of flesh! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why, thou deboshed fish thou...Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Some report a sea-maid spawn'd him; some that he was begot between two stock-fishes. But it is certain that when he makes… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He is deformed, crooked, old and sere, Ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere; Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind; Stigmatical in making, worse in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Take her away; for she hath lived too long, To fill the world with vicious qualities. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born, To signify thou camest to bite the world. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O for breath to utter what is like… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! By this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an you play… — 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
