Tam: What begg’st thou then? fond woman, let me go. Lav: ’Tis present death I beg; and one thing more That womanhood… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am your wife if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow You may deny… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose to the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, and in the calmest and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A miracle. Here's our own hands against our hearts. Come, I will have thee, but by this light I take thee for… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good; so find we profit… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I will deny thee nothing: Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this, To leave me but a little to myself.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud… — 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
