Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that. It was the very day that young Hamlet was born, he that is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In sooth I know not why I am so sad. It wearies me, you say it wearies you; But how I caught… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo to in festival terms. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour. BEATRICE No, sure, my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why should you think that I should woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears: Look, when I vow, I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born, To signify thou camest to bite the world. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I bear a charmed life, which must not yield To one of woman born. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, Men's vows are women's traitors! All good seeming, By thy revolt, O husband, shall be thought Put on for villainy, not… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“When we are born, we cry that we are come To this great stage of fools. He” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For I am he am born to tame you, Kate; and bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate conformable as… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? When at your hands did I deserve this scorn? Is't not enough, is't not… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Doubting things go ill often hurts more Than to be sure they do; for certainties Either are past remedies, or, timely knowing,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul that, struggling to be free, art more engaged! Help, angels! Make… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou know'st the first time that we smell the air we wawl and cry. When we are born we cry, that we… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Bow, stubborn knees, and, heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe. All many be well. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Verily, I swear, it is better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in content, than to be perked up… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That is honor's scorn Which challenges itself as honor's born And is not like the sire. Honors thrive When rather from our… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But jealous souls will not be answered so, They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they're jealous. 'Tis… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
All of Creation’s a farce. Man was born as a joke. In his head his reason is buffeted Like wind-blown smoke. Life… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tired with all these for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed in jollity,… — 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
