Preposterous ass, that never read so far to know the cause why music was ordain'd! Was it not to refresh the mind… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this; for it will come to pass That every braggart will be found an… — 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
That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once: how the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Who knows himself a braggart, let him fear this, for it will come to pass that every braggart shall be found an… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Marry, sir, they praise me and make an ass of me. Now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass; so… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I will be master of what is mine own: She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house, My household stuff,… — 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
