To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder, In the most terrible and nimble stroke Of quick, cross lightning. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What wouldst thou do, old man? Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak When power to flattery bows? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Truly the souls of men are full of dread: Ye cannot reason almost with a man That looks not heavily and full… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Upon his royal face there is no note how dread an army hath enrounded him. — 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
