Let not the world see fear and sad distrust govern the motion of a kingly eye. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in To saucy doubts and fears. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O God of battles! steel my soldiers’ hearts. Possess them not with fear. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is none but he Whose being I do fear; and under him My genius is rebuked, as it is said Mark… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In the modesty of fearful duty, I read as much as from the rattling tongue of saucy and audacious eloquence. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O God of battles, steel my soldier's hearts. Possess them not with fear. Take from them now The sense of reckoning ere… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer footing than blind reason stumbling without fear: to fear the worst oft cures the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When you fear a foe, fear crushes your strength; and this weakness gives strength to your opponents. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot? Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What need I fear of thee? But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, Gives, in your weakness, strength unto your foe, And so your follies fight against… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tell them, that, to ease them of their griefs, Their fear of hostile strokes, their aches, losses, Their pangs of love, with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have almost forgotten the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have cool’d to hear a night-shriek; and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why, courage then! what cannot be avoided 'Twere childish weakness to lament or fear. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Screw your courage to the sticking place and we will not fail.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be furious Is to be frightened out of fear. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? And shall I couple Hell? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear: And you all know, security Is mortals'… — 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