it is my lady! *sighs* o, it is my love! o, that she knew she were! she speaks, yet she sais nothing.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Withal I did infer your lineaments, Being the right idea of your father, Both in your form and nobleness of mind; Laid… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What should we speak of When we are old as you? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December?… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affection, audacious… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O' thinkest thou we shall ever meet again? I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, Manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Delivers in such apt and gracious words that aged ears play truant at his tales; And younger hearings are quite ravished; So… — 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
