He hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks his tongue… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Where the bee sucks, there suck I In the cow-slip's bell i lie There I couch when owls do cry — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back, When gold and silver becks me to come on. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Sorrow, like a heavy ringing bell, once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Come, Let's have one other gaudy night. Call to me All my sad captains. Fill our bowls once more. Let's mock the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“All things that we ordained festival, Turn from their office to black funeral; Our instruments to melancholy bells, Our wedding cheer to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him… — 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
