“Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant; And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night so stumblest on my counsel?” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing; To his music, plants… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world, And where thou art not, desolation. — 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
Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not us that are squires of the night’s body be called thieves of… — 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
Speak, what trade art thou? Why, sir, a carpenter. Where is thy leather apron and thy rule? What does thou with thy… — 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
“Not marble nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme, But you shall shine more bright in these contents… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel? *Who are you? Why do you hide in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
. . . yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the… — 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
