Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My love is deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both are infinite. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Give me a staff of honor for mine age, But not a sceptre to control the world. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A stirring dwarf we do allowance give Before a sleeping giant. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have I thought long to see this morning’s face, And doth it give me such a sight as this? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To bed, to bed; sleep kill those pretty eyes, And give as soft attachment to thy senses, As infants empty of all… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Give to a gracious message An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell Themselves when they be felt. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil! Conscience, and grace, to the profoundest pit! I dare damnation: To this point I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Give me mine angle, we'll to th' river: there, My music playing far off, I will betray Tawny-finned fishes. My bended hook… — 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
Like one who draws the model of a house beyond his power to build it who, half through, gives o'er, and leaves… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For the success, Although particular, shall give a scantling Of good or bad unto the general; And in such indexes, although small… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. Lady, as you are… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts. There's fennel for you, and columbines:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Think you a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why, friends, you go to do you know not what: Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves? Alas, you know not: I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fixed sentinels almost… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray, love, remember; and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts... There’s fennel for you, and columbines; there’s… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welkin… — 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
