A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For there was never yet philosoper That could endure the toothache patiently, However they have writ the style of gods, And made… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have railed so long against marriage:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Robust grass endures mighty winds; loyal ministers emerge through ordeal. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff… — 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
Ever note, Lucilius, When love begins to sicken and decay It useth an enforced ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Either to die the death or to abjure For ever the society of men. Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires; Know of… — 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
