Reason thus with life: If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The fool multitude, that choose by show, not learning more than the fond eye doth teach. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We make ourselves fools to disport ourselves And spend our flatteries to drink those men Upon whose age we void it up… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If it be you that stirs these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely; touch… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry. But were we burd'ned with like weight… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done weeping. All the kind of the Launces have this very fault. I have… — 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
