I'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Out, damned spot! out, I say! One: two: why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand! Oh, oh, oh! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Against self-slaughter There is a prohibition so divine That cravens my weak hand. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood Is there not rain enough in the sweet heaves To… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
By Heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tush! Fear not, my lord, we will not stand to prate; Talkers are no good doers: be assured We come to use… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
. . . from this moment The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. And even now,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires: The eyes wink at the hand; yet let that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We came into the world like brother and brother, And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Brutus, I do observe you now of late: I have not from your eyes that gentleness And show of love as I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ever note, Lucilius, When love begins to sicken and decay It useth an enforced ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The language I have learnt these forty years, My native English, now I must forgo; And now my tongue's use is to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? When at your hands did I deserve this scorn? Is't not enough, is't not… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with die… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
whats here a cup closed in my true loves hand poisin i see hath been his timeless end. oh churl drunk all… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A miracle. Here's our own hands against our hearts. Come, I will have thee, but by this light I take thee for… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Two households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona, where we lay our scene From ancient grudge break to new mutiny Where… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own, - Which is most faint: now, 'tis true, I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own, Which is most faint: now, 'tis true, Or sent… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This royal throne of kings, this sceptered isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well, Of one not easily jealous but, being wrought, Perplexed… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What's more to do, Which would be planted newly with the time, As calling home our exiled friends abroad That fled the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I had rather chop this hand off at a blow, And with the other fling it at thy face. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So every bondman in his own hand bears The power to cancel his captivity. — 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
