And thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stol'n out of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Aand in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else But that I was a journeyman to grief? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till they sweet life end — 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
This is some fellow, Who having been prais'd for bluntness, doth affect A saucy roughness and constrains the garb Quite from his… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
As many arrows, loosed several ways, come to one mark...so many a thousand actions, once afoot, end in one purpose. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Yet this my comfort: when your words are done, My woes end likewise with the evening sun. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O! that a man might know The end of this day's business, ere it come; But it sufficeth that the day will… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To die: - to sleep: No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'ld… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He that plays the king shall be welcome- his Majesty shall have tribute of me; the adventurous knight shall use his foil… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If it be honor in your wars to seem The same you are not,--which, for your best ends, You adopt your policy--how… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
whats here a cup closed in my true loves hand poisin i see hath been his timeless end. oh churl drunk all… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feast, Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Besides, they are our outward consciences, And preachers to us all, admonishing That we should drew us fairly for our end. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
With this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature. for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing,… — 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
