The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart-see, they bark at me. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? And the creature run from the cur. There thou mightst behold the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! It is an… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
GLOUCESTER: Yet so much is my poverty of spirit, So mighty and so many my defects, As I had rather hide me… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond; And do a willful stillness entertain,… — 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
