If there be devils, would I were a devil, To live and burn in everlasting fire, So I might have your company… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“You see we do, yet see you but our hands And this the bleeding business they have done: Our hearts you see… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I will not trust you, I, Nor longer stay in your curst company. Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O! that a man might know The end of this day's business, ere it come; But it sufficeth that the day will… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; and enterprises of great pitch and moment, With… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“So glad of this as they I cannot be, Who are surprised withal; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more. I'll… — 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
