Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your dispositions to be married" It is an honor that I dream not of — 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
Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight. Mercutio: And so did I. Romeo: Well, what was yours? Mercutio: That dreamers often lie. Romeo:… — 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
“Sblood, but you will not hear me:— If ever I did dream of such a matter, Abhor me.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Because it is a customary cross, As die to love as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs, Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's followers. — 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
I know a place where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows. — 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
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
Oh, I have passed a miserable night, so full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We will meet; and there we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously. Shakespeare, Midsummer Night's Dream. Spoken by Bottom, Act I Sc. 2 — 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
If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
...and then, in dreaming, / The clouds methought would open and show riches / Ready to drop upon me, that when I… — 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
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
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
There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. — 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
“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
I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange? — 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
