If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men’s cottages… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
. . . from this moment The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. And even now,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Yet this my comfort: when your words are done, My woes end likewise with the evening sun. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil; With them forgive yourself. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am thy father's spirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night And, for the day, confin'd to fast in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Bring me a constant woman to her husband, One that ne'er dream'd a joy beyond his pleasure, And to that woman, when… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A virtuous and a Christianlike conclusion-- To pray for them that have done scathe to us. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, but still remember what the Lord hath done. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Things without all remedy should be without regard: what's done is done. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Wolves and bears, they say, casting their savagery aside, have done like offices of pity. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My dear, dear Lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation; that away Men are but gilded loan or painted… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Demetrius: Villain, what hast thou done? Aaron: That which thou canst not undo. Chiron: Thou hast undone our mother. Aaron: Villain, I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel… — 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