Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother, cast me… — 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
Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most loved, despised! Thee and thy virtues here I seize… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If thou couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love and meekness, lord, Become a churchman better than ambition: Win straying souls with modesty again, Cast none away. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is slicked o'er with the pale cast… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Were it good To set the exact wealth of all our states All at one cast? to set so rich a main… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Wait for the season when to cast good counsels upon subsiding passion. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off ... Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The wind-shak'd surge, with high and monstrous main, Seems to cast water on the burning Bear, And quench the guards of the… — 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
