Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself are much condemned to have an itching palm. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Strike as thou didst at Caesar; for I know / When though didst hate him worst, thou loved’st him better / Than… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let me have men about me that are fat... Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much: such… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in… — 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
