I'll not meddle with it. It makes a man a coward: a man cannot steal but it accuseth him; a man cannot… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I shall show the cinders of my spirits Through the ashes of my chance. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased, The which observed, a man may prophesy,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have railed so long against marriage:… — 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 by chance I talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For there was never yet philosoper That could endure the toothache patiently, However they have writ the style of gods, And made… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Wisdom and fortune combating together, If that the former dare but what it can, No chance may shake it. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Determine on some course more than a wild exposure to each chance. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. Away; go. They say there is divinity in odd… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tis a blushing shame-faced spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom. It fills a man full of obstacles. It made me once… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding. Have I not tarried? Ay, the grinding; but… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Though I am not naturally honest, I am sometimes so by chance. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'd a blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Friends now fast sworn, Whose double bosoms seems to wear one heart, Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal and exercise Are still… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Against ill chances men are ever merry, But heaviness foreruns the good event. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, That I would set my life on any chance, To mend, or be rid on't. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But as the unthought-on accident is guilty To what we wildly do, so we profess Ourselves to be the slaves of chance,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, it is a chance which does redeem all sorrows that ever I have… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I'll not meddle with it; it is a dangerous thing; it makes a man a coward; a man cannot steal, but it… — 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
