By being seldom seen, I could not stir But like a comet I was wondered at. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not in life. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I would not lose so great an honor As one man more methinks would share with me For the best hope I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In thee thy mother dies, our household's name, My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Too much to know is to know nought but fame; And every godfather can give a name. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay; My major vow lies here, this I'll obey. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Discuss unto me: art thou officer, Or art thou base, common, and popular? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Not marble nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme, But you shall shine more bright in these contents… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live regist'red upon our brazen tombs And then grace us in the disgrace… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in the praise… — 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