O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Mine honor is my life, both grow in one. Take honor from me, and my life is done. Then, dear my liege,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; Take honour from me, and my life is done. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Some men never seem to grow old. Always active in thought, always ready to adopt new ideas, they are never chargeable with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And ruin`d love when it is built anew, grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I know a place where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Nature, as it grows again toward earth, is fashioned for the journey, dull and heavy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The strawberry grows underneath the nettle And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; There with fantastic garlands did… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Lords, I protest my soul is full of woe That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow. Come, mourn with me… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, Men's vows are women's traitors! All good seeming, By thy revolt, O husband, shall be thought Put on for villainy, not… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A good leg will fall, a straight back will stoop, a black beard will turn white, a curled pate will grow bald,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For now I stand as one upon a rock environed with a wilderness of sea, who marks the waxing tide grow wave… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Every thing that grows / Holds in perfection but a little moment. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I Love thee, I love but thee. With a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold, and the stars… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The heavens forbid But that our loves and comforts should increase Even as our days do grow! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a black beard will turn white; a curl'd pate will grow bald;… — 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
