“O,come,be buried A second time within these arms (They embrace)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes—and moreover, I will go with thee… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“All things that we ordained festival, Turn from their office to black funeral; Our instruments to melancholy bells, Our wedding cheer to… — 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
