The crown o' the earth doth melt. My lord! O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. To mourn a mischief that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let us not burden our remembrances with a heaviness that's gone. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O the world is but a word; were it all yours to give it in a breath, how quickly were it gone! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
the fire seven times tried this; seven times tried that judgement is that did never choose amiss some there be that shadows… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears: But yet It is our trick; nature her… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The ides of March are come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; but not gone. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou hast her, France; let her be thine, for we Have no such daughter, nor shall ever see That face of hers… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When I got enough confidence, the stage was gone. When I was sure of losing, I won. When I needed people the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My rage is gone, And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up. Help, three o' th' chiefest soldiers; I'll be one.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Through the forest have I gone. But Athenian found I none, On whose eyes I might approve This flower's force in stirring… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Too much of water hast thou poor Ophelia, and therefore I forbid my tears. But yet it is our trick, let shame… — 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
All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Look, the world's comforter, with weary gait, His day's hot task hath ended in the west: The owl, night's herald, shrieks-'tis very… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What, gone without a word? Ay, so true love should do; it cannot speak, For truth hath better deeds than words to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on. — 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