Sound trumpets! Let our bloody colours wave! And either victory, or else a grave. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Either our history shall with full mouth Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave, Like Turkish mute, shall have a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Retire me to my Milan, where Every third thought shall be my grave. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Chain me with roaring bears; Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house, O'er-covered quite with dead men's rattling bones, With reeky shanks… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones; Who, though they cannot answer my distress, Yet in some sort they are better… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Our rash faults Make trivial price of serious thing we have, Not knowing them until we know their grave. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I would that I were low laid in my grave. I am not worth this coil that's made for me. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Like Patience gazing on kings' graves, and smiling Extremity out of act. — 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
Romeo: Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mercutio: No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Wooing, wedding, and repenting is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace: the first suit is hot and hasty like… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Come my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Minutes, hours, days, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
ROMEO There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that… — 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
