He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer The worst that man can breathe, and make his wrongs His outsides, to wear them… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Shall I compare thee to a summer day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate... When in eternal lines to time thou… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So shaken as we are, so wan with care, Find we a time for frighted peace to pant And breathe short-winded accents… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That strain again! It had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
They say, the tongues of dying men Enforce attention, like deep harmony; Where words are scarce, they're seldom spent in vain; For… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, but they say, the tongues of dying men enforce attention, like deep harmony: where words are scarce, they are seldom spent… — 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
