What we determine we often break. Purpose is but the slave to memory. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou art a slave, whom fortune's tender arm With favour never clasp'd; but bred a dog. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Mechanic slaves With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall Uplift us to the view. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The will is infinite and the execution confin'd, the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The very instant I saw you, did My heart fly to your service; there resides To make me slave to it. ...mine… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me; Is't not enough… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Being your slave what should I do but tend, Upon the hours, and times of your desire? I have no precious time… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But as the unthought-on accident is guilty To what we wildly do, so we profess Ourselves to be the slaves of chance,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“But thoughts the slave of life, and life, Time’s fool, And Time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Live loath'd and long, Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites, Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears, You fools of fortune, trencher friends, time… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That god forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward! Thou little valiant, great in villainy! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! Thou Fortune's champion,… — 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
“Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time… — 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
