“Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fixed sentinels almost… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night-- Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about The other four in wondrous… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
These earthly godfathers of Heaven's lights, that give a name to every fixed star, have no more profit of their shining nights… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fairies, black, grey, green, and white, You moonshine revellers, and shades of night, You orphan heirs of fixed destiny, Attend your office… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! It is an… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The wind-shak'd surge, with high and monstrous main, Seems to cast water on the burning Bear, And quench the guards of the… — 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
