I am not of that feather, to shake off my friend when he must need me — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Friends now fast sworn, Whose double bosoms seems to wear one heart, Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal and exercise Are still… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And thence from Athens turn away our eyes To seek new friends and stranger companies. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Proper deformity shows not in the fiend So horrid as in woman. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What's more to do, Which would be planted newly with the time, As calling home our exiled friends abroad That fled the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I've tried. He doesn't want any friend but himself. He's shut himself up tight, like a beautiful flower bud being poisoned from… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women mearly players. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“When your friend lies to you it's not his fault but actually is your's, because you didn't give him proper space to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use; and keep thy… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He hath disgrac'd me and hind'red me half a million; laugh'd at my losses, mock'd at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have trod a measure, I have flattered a lady, I have been politic with my friend, smooth with mine enemy — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere, the yellow leaf, and that which should… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Never was monarch better feared and loved Than is your Majesty. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago, If thou but think'st him wronged, and mak'st his ear A stranger to thy thoughts. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This world to me is like a lasting storm,Whirring me from my friends. — 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
