I had rather be a Kitten, and cry mew, Than one of these same Meeter Ballad-mongers: I had rather heare a Brazen… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Henceforth, I'll bear Affliction till it do cry out itself, 'Enough, enough, and die. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and upon this… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballet-mongers. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why, I can smile and murder whiles I smile, And cry 'content' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Milk-livered man, That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs; Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning Thine… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Cry "havoc!" and let loose the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am not prone to weeping as our sex commonly are; the want of which vain dew perchance shall dry your pities;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Good Lord, for alliance! Thus goes every one to the world but I, and I am sunburnt; I may sit in a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When I got enough confidence, the stage was gone. When I was sure of losing, I won. When I needed people the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“When we are born, we cry that we are come To this great stage of fools. He” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Lay on, McDuff, and be damned he who first cries, 'Hold, enough! — 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
Thou know'st the first time that we smell the air we wawl and cry. When we are born we cry, that we… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why, who cries out on pride that can therein tax any private party? Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel (Who had no doubt some noble creature in her)… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Where the bee sucks, there suck I In the cow-slip's bell i lie There I couch when owls do cry — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She dreams of him that has forgot her love; You dote on her that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity love… — 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
