I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is some ill a-brewing towards my rest, For I did dream of money-bags to-night. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come?” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Which dreams, indeed, are ambition, for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O God, I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space – were it not that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Show me someone who doesn't dream about the future and I'll show you someone who doesn't know where they are going — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Dreams, indeed, are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. And I hold ambition… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“To die, - To sleep, - To sleep! Perchance to dream: - ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand. My bosom's lord sits lightly… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What win I, if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer The Slings and Arrows… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: My bosom's lord sits lightly… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumbered here While these visions did… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I know a place where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows. — 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
