To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, Gives, in your weakness, strength unto your foe, And so your follies fight against… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Oh, injurious love, that respites me a life, whose very comfort is still a dying horror — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
One good deed dying tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ay, but to die and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstrution and to rot; This sensible warm motion… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Every subject's duty is the King's; but every subject's soul is his own. Therefore, should every soldier in the wars do as… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O comfort-killing night, image of hell, Dim register and notary of shame, Black stage for tragedies and murders fell, Vast sin-concealing chaos,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man: today he puts forth The tender leaves of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise, to what… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Come my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That strain again! It had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
They say, the tongues of dying men Enforce attention, like deep harmony; Where words are scarce, they're seldom spent in vain; For… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, but they say, the tongues of dying men enforce attention, like deep harmony: where words are scarce, they are seldom spent… — 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
