So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Lawn as white as driven snow; Cyprus black as e'er was crow; Gloves as sweet as damask roses. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; There with fantastic garlands did… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of beauty is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended; and I think The nightingale, if she should sing… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I… — 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
