Truly thou art damned, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art, A good mouth-filling oath. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art as great as that thou fear'st.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The art of our necessities is strange That can make vile things precious. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up. Be that thou know'st thou art and then thou art as great as that thou… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine, Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state, Makes me with thy strength to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Prince, thou art sad. Get thee a wife, get thee a wife. There is no staff more reverend than one tipped with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O call not me to justify the wrong, That thy unkindness lays upon my heart, Wound me not with thine eye but… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears Do scald like… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most lov'd, despis'd! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head, as is a winged messenger… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy, Nature and Fortune join'd to make thee great: Of Nature's gifts thou… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes That have been so bedazzled with the sun That everything I look on seemeth green. Now… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou know'st to my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk! When that this body did contain a spirit a kingdom for it was to small… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou ow'st the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds? AARON. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more. Even now I curse… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own, - Which is most faint: now, 'tis true, I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As mans ingratitude Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since everyone hath every one, one… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own, Which is most faint: now, 'tis true, Or sent… — 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
