Now the fair goddess, Fortune, Fall deep in love with thee, and her great charms Misguide thy opposers' swords! — 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
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
Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up. Be that thou know'st thou art and then thou art as great as that thou… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Yield not thy neck To fortunes yoke, but let thy dauntless mind Still ride in triumph over all mischance. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Her father lov'd me; oft invited me; Still question'd me the story of my life, From year to year, the battles, sieges,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
As good luck would have it, comes in one Mistress Page, gives intelligence of Ford's approach, and in her invention, and Ford's… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Spirits are not finely touched But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But like a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck, And yet methinks I have astronomy. But not to tell of good or… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Myself--a prince by fortune of my birth, Near to the king in blood, and near in love Till you did make him… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Know thus far forth. By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune, Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies Brought to this shore; and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, That I would set my life on any chance, To mend, or be rid on't. — 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
So may I, blind fortune leading me, Miss that which one unworthier may attain, And die with grieving. — 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
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
I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Women are not In their best fortunes strong, but want will perjure the ne'er-touched vestal. — 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
