“machinations, hollowness, treachery, and all ruinous disorders, follow us disquietly to our graves” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Each new morn New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds As if it… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“But tis strange: And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, the Instruments of Darkness tell us truths, win us with honest… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“The time approaches That will with due decision make us know What we shall say we have and what we owe. Thoughts… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us: though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“My lord, will you be true? Who, I? Alas, it is my vice, my fault: Whiles others fish with craft for great… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If you did wed my sister for her wealth, Then for her wealth's sake use her with more kindness; Or, if you… — 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
