How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O the world is but a word; were it all yours to give it in a breath, how quickly were it gone! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Direct not him whose way himself will choose; 'Tis breath not lack'st, and that breath wilt thou lose. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O my good lord, the world is but a word: Were it all yours to give it in a breath, How quickly… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, and thou no breath at all?” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O my love, my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Blow, blow thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art… — 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
