Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long / To speak of that which gives thee all thy might? — 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
This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When you fear a foe, fear crushes your strength; and this weakness gives strength to your opponents. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The very instant I saw you, did My heart fly to your service; there resides To make me slave to it. ...mine… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Give me a bowl of wine. I have not that alacrity of spirit Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to… — 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
An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little… — 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
The weary sun hath made a golden set And by the bright tract of his fiery car Gives token of a goodly… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures: ‘tis the eye of childhood that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever… — 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
How much more doth beauty beauteous seem by that sweet ornament which truth doth give! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in, Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thy ear,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When thou cam'st first, Thou strok'st me and made much of me; wouldst give me Water with berries in't; and teach me… — 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
The devil shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs--he will give the devil his due. — 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
