Rosalind. Well, this is the forest of Arden. Touchstone. Ay, now am I in Arden, the more fool I. When I was… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Maria. Nay, but say true, doesit work upon him? Sir Toby Belch. Like aqua vitae with a midwife. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In such a time as this it is not meet That every nice offence should bear his comment. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He wears the rose Of youth upon him, from which the world should note Something particular. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes. Who alone suffers, suffers most i' the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I fear me you but warm the starvèd snake, Who, cherished in your breasts, will sting your hearts. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You are a thousand times a properer man Than she a woman. 'Tis such fools as you That makes the world full… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate. There is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word, for thou art not so long by the head as honor… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Beatrice. But for which of my good parts did you first sufferlove for me? Benedick. Suffer love! A goodepithet. I do suffer… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now sit we close about this taper here, And call in question our necessities. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let us sit and mock the good huswife Fortune from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In an early spring, We see th'appearing buds, which to prove fruit, Hope gives not so much warrant, as despair, That frosts… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A rotten carcass of a butt, notrigged, Nor tackle, sail, nor mastthe very rats Instinctively have quit it. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard offormal cut, Full of wise saws… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O that a man might know The end of this day's business ere it come! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The time is out of jointO cursed spite, That ever I was born to set it right! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, when degree is shaked, Which is the ladder of all highdesigns, The enterprise is sick. How could communities, Degrees in schools,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This even-handed justice Commends th' ingredients of our poisoned chalice To our own lips. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Whither I go, thither shall yougo too; Today will I set forth, tomorrow you. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Do I not bate? do I not dwindle? Why, my skin hangsabout me like an old lady's loose gown; I am withered… — 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