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
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
“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
“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
Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I say, there is no darkness but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool Art thou, to break into this woman's mood, Tying thine ear to no tongue but… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O Ceremony, show me but thy worth? What is thy soul of adoration? Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor-John.” — 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
“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
“Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, to comfort thee, though thou art banished.” — 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
Or art thou but / A dagger of the mind, a false creation, / Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? — 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
I shall show the cinders of my spirits Through the ashes of my chance. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“So, either by thy picture or my love, Thy self away, art present still with me; For thou not farther than my… — 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
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
