“To die, - To sleep, - To sleep! Perchance to dream: - ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I will be brief: your noble son is mad: Mad call I it; for, to define true madness, What is't but to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“My lord, the queen would speak with you, and presently. HAMLET Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“such wanton, wild, and usual slips/ As are companions noted and most known/ To youth and liberty.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“More grief to hide than hate to utter love. Polonius, Hamlet.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“But I have that within which passes show. these but the trappings and the suits of woe” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“She’s so conjunctive to my life and soul That, as the star moves not but in his sphere, I could not but… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O, woe is me, To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Mad I call it, for to define true madness, what is't to be nothing else but mad?” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray, love, remember; and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts... There’s fennel for you, and columbines; there’s… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I will receive it sir with all diligence of spirit. Put your bonnet to his right use, 'tis for the head. OSRIC… — 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
