Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents The armorers accomplishing the knights,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Oppose not rage while rage is in its force, but give it way a while and let it waste. — 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
Do not give dalliance too much rein; the strongest oaths are straw to the fire in the blood. — 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
Faith, stay here this night; they will surely do us no harm; you saw they speak us fair, give us gold; methinks… — 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
Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose to the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, and in the calmest and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have a kind soul that would give you thanks. And knows not how to do it but with tears. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A noble shalt thou have, and present pay; And liquor likewise will I give to thee, And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Too much to know is to know nought but fame; And every godfather can give a name. — 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
Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But yet, I say, if imputation and strong circumstances, which lead directly to the door of truth, will give you satisfaction, you… — 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
Give them great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will eat like wolves and fight like devils. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me; Is't not enough… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Give thanks for what you are today and go on fighting for what you gone be tomorrow — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time's the king of men; he's both their parent, and he is their grave, and gives them what he will, not what… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Give thy thoughts no tongue, nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar. — 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
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
