“O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? See How I convey my shame out of thine eyes By looking back what I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I under my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes That have been so bedazzled with the sun That everything I look on seemeth green. Now… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If little faults proceeding on distemper Shall not be winked at, how shall we stretch our eye When capital crimes, chewed, swallowed,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,And ask of thee forgiveness. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This we prescribe, though no physician; Deep malice makes too deep incision; Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed; Our doctors say this… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison: We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage: When thou dost… — 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
“Forgive me this my virtue; For in the fatness of these pursy times Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg- Yea, curb… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Deep malice makes too deep incision. Forget, forgive, conclude and be agreed.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil; With them forgive yourself. — 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
“We two alone will sing like birds i' th' cage. When thou dost ask me blessing, I’ll kneel down And ask 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 heaves To… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The pow'r that I have on you is to spare you; The malice towards you to forgive you. — 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
Pardon, gentles all, the flat unraised spirits that have dared on this unworthy scaffold to bring forth so great an object. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O my good lord, that comfort comes too late, 'Tis like a pardon after execution. That gentle physic, given in time, had… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But love that comes too late, Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, To the great sender turns a sour offense, Crying, 'That's… — 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
