Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,Blood and revenge are hammering in my head. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Madam, you have bereft me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins, — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? - Lady Macbeth — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is no sure foundation set on blood, No certain life achieved by others' death. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer, with sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am afeard there are few die well that die in battle, for how can they charitably dispose of anything when blood… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“All causes shall give way: I am in blood Stepp’d in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I hate ingratitude more in a man than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, or any taint of vice whose strong corruption inhabits our… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood Is there not rain enough in the sweet heaves To… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh! the doxy, over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men’s blood: I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption; Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man; Snakes in my heart-blood warm'd, that sing my heart;… — 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… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Free from gross passion or of mirth of anger constant spirit, not swerving with the blood, garnish'd and deck'd in modest compliment,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love. Therefore all hearts in love use their… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ay me! for aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes like… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we… — 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
Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Myself--a prince by fortune of my birth, Near to the king in blood, and near in love Till you did make him… — 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
The blood of youth burns not with such excess as gravity's revolt to wantonness. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Hot blood begets hot thoughts, And hot thoughts beget Hot deeds, And hot deeds is love. — 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
“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
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
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“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
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.' And yet, I warrant, it had upon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
