What fates impose, that men must needs abide; it boots not to resist both wind and tide. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak winds Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about There's scarce a bush. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I heard a bustling rumor like a fray, And the wind blows it from the Capitol. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please, for so fools have. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A great while ago the world begun, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; But that's all one, our play is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
...Vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The wind-shak'd surge, with high and monstrous main, Seems to cast water on the burning Bear, And quench the guards of the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair, Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What should we speak of When we are old as you? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December?… — 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
These are the forgeries of jealousy; And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Look on beauty, and you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight; which therein works a miracle in Nature, making them lightest… — 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
O Prosperina, For the flowers now that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's wagon; daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I love him for his sake; And yet I know him a notorious liar, Think him a great way fool, solely a… — 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
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
Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is… — 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
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
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
Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou shalt be free As mountain winds: but then exactly do All points of my command. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Robust grass endures mighty winds; loyal ministers emerge through ordeal. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven, Visit her face' too roughly. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Vice repeated is like the wandering wind, blows dust in others' eyes to spread itself. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But when I came, alas, to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For… — 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
