Lay on, McDuff, and be damned he who first cries, 'Hold, enough! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We are not the first Who with best meaning have incurred the worst — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
First Witch He knows thy thought: Hear his speech, but say thou nought. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might. Whoever lov'd that lov'd not at first sight. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When devils will the blackest sins put on They do suggest at first with heavenly shows — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma or a hideous dream. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Conscience is but a word that cowards use, devised at first to keep the strong in awe — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Zounds! I was never so bethumped with words since I first called my brother's father dad. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Though inclination be as sharp as will, My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent, And, like a man to double business bound,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Reflection is the business of man; a sense of his state is his first duty: but who remembereth himself in joy? Is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Bassanio: Do all men kill all the things they do not love? Shylock: Hates any man the thing he would not kill?… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
See first that the design is wise and just: that ascertained, pursue it resolutely; do not for one repulse forego the purpose… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once: how the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls; Conscience is but a work that cowards use, Devised at first to keep the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model; And when we see the figure of the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
With this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature. for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When thou cam'st first, Thou strok'st me and made much of me; wouldst give me Water with berries in't; and teach me… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Wooing, wedding, and repenting is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace: the first suit is hot and hasty like… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Stay, my lord, And let your reason with your choler question What 'tis you go about: to climb steep hills Requires slow… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the lie? I will name you the degrees. The first, the Retort Courteous;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke And scarr'd the moon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase, and there was never… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There's her cousin, an she were not possessed with a fury, exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of May… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl. The secret mischiefs that I set abroach I lay unto the grievous charge… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And ruin'd love when it is built anew, grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to th's first. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I see, sir, you are liberal in offers. You taught me first to beg, and now methinks You teach me how a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Some men never seem to grow old. Always active in thought, always ready to adopt new ideas, they are never chargeable with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A man cannot make him laugh; but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine… If I had a thousand sons, the first… — 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
