He that keeps not crust nor crum Weary of all, shall want some. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself, And so shall starve with feeding.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If you love an addle egg as well as you love an idle head, you would eat chickens i' th' shell. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, she's warm! If this be magic, let it be an art Lawful as eating. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Myself--a prince by fortune of my birth, Near to the king in blood, and near in love Till you did make him… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud The eating canter dwells, so eating love Inhabits in the finest wits of all. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits Make rich the ribs, but backrout quite the wits. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My cake is dough, but I'll in among the rest, Out of hope of all but my share of the feast. — 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
