The plants look up to heaven, from whence they have their nourishment. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; There with fantastic garlands did… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But bad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Make use of time, let not advantage slip; Beauty within itself should not be wasted: Fair flowers that are not gather'd in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet Though to itself it only live and die — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Sir, the year growing ancient, Not yet on summer's death nor on the birth Of trembling winter, the fairest flowers o' th'… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Gardener: ...Go thou, and like an executioner, Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprays, That look too lofty in our… — 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