Care is no cure, but rather corrosive, For things that are not to be remedied. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Princes have but their titles for their glories, An outward honor for an inward toil; And, for unfelt imaginations, They often feel… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O polished perturbation! golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business, Hath raised me from my bed; nor doth the general care Take hold… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if… — 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. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Crabbed age and youth cannot live together; Youth is full of pleasure, age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, age… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Away, you trifler! Love! I love thee not, I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world To play with mammets… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death and let it go which… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son, it argues a distemper'd head So soon to bid good morrow to thy… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Care for us! True, indeed! They ne'er cared for us yet: suffer us to famish, and their storehouses crammed with grain; make… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud; And after summer evermore succeeds Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold: So cares… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Crabbed age and youth cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep', the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd… — 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
