I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And the more pity that great folk should have count'nance in this world to drown or hang themselves more than their even-Christen. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Come, be a man. Drown thyself? Drown cats and blind puppies!” — 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
