Pray, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I do not set my life at a pin's fee, And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But to my mind, though I am native here, And to the manner born, it is a custom, More honored in the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Shakespeare said: "There's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow." Everything happens perfectly. — Frederick Lenz Copy Share Image
I look forward to the day when indigenous actors can play Hamlet and Ophelia and not just Othello and Desdemona. — Shari Sebbens Copy Share Image
To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil! Conscience, and grace, to the profoundest pit! I dare damnation: To this point I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts. There's fennel for you, and columbines:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Hamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As woman's love. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O God, I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space – were it not that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
