It is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds, Which shackles accidents and bolts up change. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so, To make my end too sudden. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
From this day forward until the end of the world...we in it shall be remembered...we band of brothers. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Do not speak like a death's-head, do not bid me remember mine end. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
All's well that ends well; still the fine's the crown. Whate'er the course, the end is the renown. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts. There's fennel for you, and columbines:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Minutes, hours, days, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The sands are number'd that make up my life; Here must I stay, and here my life must end. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Who has a book of all that monarchs do, He's more secure to keep it shut than shown; For vice repeated is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Hopeless and helpless doth Egeon wend, But to procrastinate his liveless end. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A time, methinks, too short To make a world-without-end bargain in. — 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