As full of spirit as the month of May, and as gorgeous as the sun in Midsummer. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I 'gin to be aweary of the sun, And wish th' estate o' th' world were now undone. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We should hold day with the Antipodes, If you would walk in absence of the sun. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The tempter or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Not she: nor doth she tempt: but it is I That, lying by… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Why I, in this weak piping time of piece, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to see my shadow… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The gates of monarchs Are arched so high that giants may jet through And keep their impious turbans on without Good morrow… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The setting sun, and the music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in rememberance more… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Omission to do what is necessary Seals a commission to a blank of danger; And danger, like an ague, subtly taints Even… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Study is like the heaven's glorious sun, That will not be deep-searched with saucy looks: Small have continual plodders ever won, Save… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The weary sun hath made a golden set And by the bright tract of his fiery car Gives token of a goodly… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
All furnished, all in arms; All plum'd like estridges that with the wind Bated like eagles having lately bathed; Glittering in golden… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love's heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams Driving back shadows over low'ring hills. Therefore do… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a black beard will turn white; a curl'd pate will grow bald;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' th' forest, A motley fool! a miserable world! As I do live by… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadowed livery of the burnished sun, To whom I am a neighbor and near bred. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lies in sweetest bud.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I Love thee, I love but thee. With a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold, and the stars… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I… — 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
