This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke And scarr'd the moon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Through tattered clothes great vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold and the strong lance of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“o here will i set of my everlasting rest and shake the yoke of innauspicious stars from this world wearied flesh eyes… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Come the three corners of the world in arms, and we shall shock them. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No, by my soul, I never in my life Did hear a challenge urged more modestly, Unless a brother should a brother… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer The Slings and Arrows… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Better conquest never canst thou make than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts against giddy, loose suggestions. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arm outstretch'd, as he… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls; Conscience is but a work that cowards use, Devised at first to keep the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just ... — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Shall we upon the footing of our land Send fair-play orders, and make compromise, Insinuation, parley, and base truce, To arms invasive? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I do oppose My patience to his fury, and am arm'd To suffer, with a quietness of spirit, The very tyranny and… — 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
Thou art a slave, whom fortune's tender arm With favour never clasp'd; but bred a dog. — 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
