“Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband. BEATRICE Not till God make men of some other… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Plutus himself, That knows the tinct and multiplying med'cine, Hath not in nature's mystery more science Than I have in this ring. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No reckoning made, but sent to my account with all my imperfections on my head. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For my part, I may speak it to my shame, I have a truant been to chivalry; And so I hear he… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Would it not grieve a woman to be over-mastered by a piece of valiant dust? to make an account of her life… — 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
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 Image
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“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 Image
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
