But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot? Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This royal throne of kings, this sceptered isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; And she a fair divided… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Dirty days hath September April June and November From January up to May The rain it raineth every day All the rest… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'd a blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Either to die the death or to abjure For ever the society of men. Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires; Know of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace. — 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
