Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks, but I thank you; and sure, dear friends, my thanks are too… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall with our English dead. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Then imitate the action of the tiger; stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there's nothing… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Ay, that I had not done a thousand more. Even now I curse the day—and yet, I think, Few come within the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Be patient till the last. Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear: believe… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds? AARON. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more. Even now I curse… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad. — 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
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a… — 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
