“O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the hearts of desperate men!” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My heart is turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O Judgment ! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason ! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art, A good mouth-filling oath. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Truly thou art damned, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side. — 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
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far… — 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
If thou art rich, thou art poor; for, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, thou bearest thy heavy riches but… — 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
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
O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena — 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
Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul that, struggling to be free, art more engaged! Help, angels! Make… — 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
“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
“I yet beseech your majesty,-- If for I want that glib and oily art, To speak and purpose not; since what I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Hast any philosophy in thee shepherd? .• • • • . . . He that wants money, means and content, is without… — 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
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
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
“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
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
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“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
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.' And yet, I warrant, it had upon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
