Come now, what masques, what dances shall we have To wear away this long age of three hours Between our after-supper and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have trod a measure, I have flattered a lady, I have been politic with my friend, smooth with mine enemy — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Say, what abridgement have you for this evening? What masque, what music? How shall we beguile The lazy time if not with… — 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
