I am thy father's spirit, Doomed for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confined to fast in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is no tongue that moves, none, none i'the world So soon as yours, could win me. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
East, west, north, south, or like a school broke up, Each hurries toward his homeand sporting-place. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou wouldst be great; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly That wouldst thou… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou almost mak'st me waverin my faith To hold opinion with Pythagoras, That souls of animals infuse themselves Into the trunks of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The unruly waywardness thatinfirm and choleric years bring with them. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies, that's for thoughts. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I think, The nightingale, if she should sing by day When every goose is cackling,would be thought No better a musician than… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
These lies are like their father that begets them, gross as a mountain, open, palpable. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Mine honesty and I begin to square. The loyalty well held to fools does make Our faith mere folly; yet he that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The reasons you allege do more conduce To the hot passion of distempered blood Than to make up a free determination 'Twixt… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Under your good correction, Ihave seen When, after execution, judgment hath Repented o'er his doom. — 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