Not an angel of the air, Bird melodious or bird fair, Be absent hence! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Man, proud man, drest in a little brief authority, most ignorant of what he's most assur d, glassy essence, like an angry… — 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
But till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Two loves I have, of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say; For 'get you gone,' she doth not mean 'away.' Flatter and praise, commend, extol their… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels ... — 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
