We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly followed. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Alas, that they are so! To die even when they to perfection grow!” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How many things by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Every thing that grows / Holds in perfection but a little moment. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“How many things by season season'd are, To their right praise and true perfection!” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; And she a fair divided… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Treason and murder ever kept together, As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose, Working so grossly in a natural cause That admiration… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Spirits are not finely touched But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But like a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When workmen strive to do better than well, they do confound their skill in covetousness. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Then to Silvia let us sing that Silvia is excelling. She excels each mortal thing upon the dull earth dwelling. — 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
