Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back, When gold and silver becks me to come on. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O heaven! that one might read the book of fate, and see the revolution of the times. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Was ever book containing such vile matter so fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell in such a gorgeous place!” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I'll read enough When I do see the very book indeed Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain and nourish all the world.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Study is like the heaven's glorious sun, That will not be deep-searched with saucy looks: Small have continual plodders ever won, Save… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Sir, he hath not fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; He hath not eat paper, as it were;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This rough magic I here abjure and when I have required some heavenly music, which even now I do, to work mine… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I'll never be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand as if a man were author to himself and knew no… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The painful warrior famous for fight, After a thousand victories, once foil'd, Is from the books of honor razed quite, And all… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I can see he's not in your good books,' said the messenger. 'No, and if he were I would burn my library. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A book? O, rare one, Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment Nobler than that it covers. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never… — 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
