No place indeed should murder sanctuarize; Revenge should have no bounds. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, Drink off this potion! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Your worm is your only emperor for diet; we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is slicked o'er with the pale cast… — William Shakespeare 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
To die: - to sleep: No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer The Slings and Arrows… — 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
