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
Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If the skin were parchment and the blows you gave were ink, Your own handwriting would tell you what I think. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine And made no deeper wounds? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But as the unthought-on accident is guilty To what we wildly do, so we profess Ourselves to be the slaves of chance,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Who has a book of all that monarchs do, He's more secure to keep it shut than shown; For vice repeated is… — 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
