Why what a fool was I to this drunken monster for a God. - Caliban — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine your hearts into one. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
God be prais'd, that to believing souls, Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“My God! Everything I see shows me how wrong I am and tells me to hurry up and get on with my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Do you know me, my lord?' Excellent well. You are a fishmonger. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affection, audacious… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
However wickedness outstrips men, it has no wings to fly from God. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
God defend me from that Welsh fairy, Lest he transform me to a piece of cheese! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peas; And utters it again when God doth please: He is wit's pedler; and retails… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God! Who builds his hopes in air… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, audacious… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To you your father should be as a god; One that composed your beauties, yea, and one To whom you are but… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love and meekness, lord, Become a churchman better than ambition: Win straying souls with modesty again, Cast none away. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair. — 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
