Unless the old adage must be verified, That beggars mounted, run their horse to death. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
for my grief's so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Verily, I swear, it is better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in content, than to be perked up… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death: I'll ne'er bear a base… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning; One pain is less'ned by another's anguish; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypres let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You may my glories and my state depose, But not my griefs; still am I king of those. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The love of wicked men converts to fear; That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both To worthy danger and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is silliness to live when to live is torment, and then have we a prescription to die when death is our… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
. . . nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end; Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The purest treasure mortal times can afford is a spotless reputation. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Throw my heart Against the flint and hardness of my fault: Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder, And finish… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man: today he puts forth The tender leaves of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Either to die the death or to abjure For ever the society of men. Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires; Know of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And… — 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
