Henceforth, I'll bear Affliction till it do cry out itself, 'Enough, enough, and die. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I'll read enough When I do see the very book indeed Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Poor and content, is rich and rich enough; But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter, To him that ever fears he… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another: you jig,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel? Why, now let me die, for I have lived long enough. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire, The chariest maid is prodigal… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have you not love enough to bear with me, when that rash humor which my mother gave me makes me forgetful. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Can it be That modesty may more betray our sense Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough, Shall we desire to raze… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When I got enough confidence, the stage was gone. When I was sure of losing, I won. When I needed people the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Come, woo me, woo me, for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This fellow is wise enough to play the fool; And to do that well craves a kind of wit: He must observe… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? When at your hands did I deserve this scorn? Is't not enough, is't not… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Lay on, McDuff, and be damned he who first cries, 'Hold, enough! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me; Is't not enough… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Romeo: Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mercutio: No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood Is there not rain enough in the sweet heaves To… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss; and if to live, the fewer men, the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere, the yellow leaf, and that which should… — 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
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after. — 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