Thou art a slave, whom fortune's tender arm With favour never clasp'd; but bred a dog. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor-John.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes—and moreover, I will go with thee… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege; The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge. — 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
“Sit down: thou art no flatterer: I thank thee for it; and heaven forbid That kings should let their ears hear their… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Happy thou art not; for what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get; and what thou hast, forgettest. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of beauty is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits?" Malvolio: "Fool, there was never a man so notoriously abused. I am as… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Flesh and blood, You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, Expell'd remorse and nature, who, with Sebastian- Whose inward pinches therefore are most… — 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
Fight valiantly to-day; and yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, for thou art framed of the firm truth… — 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
“Dost think because thou art virtuous there shall be no more cakes and ale?" (Twelfth Night)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word, for thou art not so long by the head as honor… — 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
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
