Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This man, lady, hath robb'd many beasts of their particular additions: he is as valiant as a lion, churlish as the bear,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Live loath'd and long, Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites, Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears, You fools of fortune, trencher friends, time… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How strange or odd some'er I bear myself, As I perchance hereafter shall think meet To put an antic disposition on. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear: And you all know, security Is mortals'… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I pray you bear me henceforth from the noise and rumour of the field, where I may think the remnant of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
King Henry: But what a point, my lord, your falcon made, And what a pitch she flew above the rest! To see… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So every bondman in his own hand bears The power to cancel his captivity. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Though authority be a stubborn bear, yet he is oft let by the nose with gold. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If he be so resolved, I can o'ersway him; for he loves to hear That unicorns may be betrayed with trees And… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You cannot make gross sins look clear: To revenge is no valour, but to bear. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Contention, like a horse, Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, And bears down all before him. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Don Pedro - (...)'In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.' Benedick - The savage bull may, but if ever the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No metal can--no, not the hangman's axe--bear half the keenness of thy sharp envy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now stand you on the top of happy hours, And many maiden gardens yet unset, With virtuous wish would bear you living… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man: today he puts forth The tender leaves of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You are yoked with a lamb, That carries anger as the flint bears fire; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spank, And… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If it be you that stirs these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely; touch… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in, Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thy ear,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Beware of entrance to a quarrel, but, being in, bear t that th' opposed may beware of thee. — 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
