The pow'r that I have on you is to spare you; The malice towards you to forgive you. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If by chance I talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil; With them forgive yourself. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The pow'r I have on you is to spare you / The malice towards you, to forgive you. Posthumus — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Kneel not to me. The pow'r that I have on you is to spare you; The malice towards you to forgive you.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive us all! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from brakes of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“What if this cursed hand were thicker than itself with brother's blood, is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens to… — 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
