Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Because it is a customary cross, As die to love as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs, Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's followers. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let still woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart, For,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer, with sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O,speak to me no more;these words like daggers enter my ears.(a fancy way of saying SHUT UP!)" — William Shakespeare "hamlet — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Macbeth: How does your patient, doctor? Doctor: Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, more longing, wavering, sooner lost and won, than women's are. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Costly thy habit [dress] as thy purse can buy; But not expressed in fancy - rich, not gaudy. For the apparel oft… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in, Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thy ear,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She told her, while she kept it, 'Twould make her amiable and subdue my father Entirely to her love, but if she… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If ever (as that ever may be near) you meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, then shall you know… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let fancy still in my sense in Lethe steep; If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep! — 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