Music can minister to minds diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
By innocence I swear, and by my youth, I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, And that no woman has,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand. My bosom's lord sits lightly… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No .... holy father, throw away that thought. Believe not that the dribbling dart of love Can pierce a complete bosom. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tis a blushing shame-faced spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom. It fills a man full of obstacles. It made me once… — 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
Conscience is a blushing, shamefaced spirit than mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one full of obstacles. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Friends now fast sworn, Whose double bosoms seems to wear one heart, Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal and exercise Are still… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I and my bosom must debate awhile, and then I would no other company. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I'll not meddle with it; it is a dangerous thing; it makes a man a coward; a man cannot steal, but it… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
They whose guilt within their bosom lies, imagine every eye beholds their blame. — 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
