To be a well-favored man is the gift of fortune, but to write or read comes by nature — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou art a slave, whom fortune's tender arm With favour never clasp'd; but bred a dog. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is a time in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So may I, blind fortune leading me, Miss that which one unworthier may attain, And die with grieving. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To be a well-flavored man is the gift of fortune, but to write or read comes by nature. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let us sit and mock the good huswife Fortune from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Though Fortune's malice overthrow my state, My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I see men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward! Thou little valiant, great in villainy! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! Thou Fortune's champion,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is thyself, mine own self's better part; Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart; My food, my fortune, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange That even our loves should with our fortunes change, For 'tis a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally, I would… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. To mourn a mischief that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Will Fortune never come with both hands full, But write her fair words still in foulest terms? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A thousand moral paintings I can show That shall demonstrate these quick blows of Fortune's More pregnantly than words. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The thing of courage As rous'd with rage doth sympathise, And, with an accent tun'd in self-same key, Retorts to chiding fortune. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now the fair goddess, Fortune, Fall deep in love with thee, and her great charms Misguide thy opposers' swords! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fortune is painted blind, with a muffler afore her eyes, to signify to you that Fortune is blind. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Wisdom and fortune combating together, If that the former dare but what it can, No chance may shake it. — 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
“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
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
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“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
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.' And yet, I warrant, it had upon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
