O God, thy arm was here, And not to us, but to thy arm alone Ascribe we all. — William Shakespeare (1564_1616 Copy Share Image
We'll set thee to school to an ant, to teach thee there's no laboring i' the winter. — William Shakespeare (1564_1616 Copy Share Image
I think this be the most villainous house in all Londonroad for fleas. — William Shakespeare (1564_1616 Copy Share Image
Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath. Must givefor what? for lead, hazard for lead? This casket threatens. Men that hazard… — William Shakespeare (1564_1616 Copy Share Image
I thank you. I am not of many words, but I thank you. — William Shakespeare (1564_1616 Copy Share Image
I cannot hide what I am. I must be sad when I have cause, and smile at no man's jests. — William Shakespeare (1564_1616 Copy Share Image
O God, thy arm was here, And not to us, but to thy arm alone Ascribe we all. — William Shakespeare (1564_1616 Copy Share Image
