Kent. Where's the king? Gent. Contending with the fretful elements; Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, Or swell the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Virtue preserv'd from fell destruction's blast, Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy at last. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
They do not abuse the king that flatter him. For flattery is the bellows blows up sin; The thing the which is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You'd be so lean, that blast of January Would blow you through and through. Now, my fair'st friend, I would I had… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there's nothing… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall with our English dead. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our… — 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
