A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; His dew falls everywhere. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,Blood and revenge are hammering in my head. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arm outstretch'd, as he… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Sweet love! Sweet lines! Sweet life! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Here is her oath for love, her… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good. Pity is the virtue of the law, and none but tyrants… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O heresy in fair, fit for these days, A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I will not trust you, I, Nor longer stay in your curst company. Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Set we forward; let A Roman and a British ensign wave Friendly together. So through Lud's town march, And in the temple… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Titus Andronicus, my lord the Emperor Sends thee this word, that, if thou love thy sons, Let Marcus, Lucius, or thyself, old… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, And so doth yours: your fault was not your folly; Needs must you lay… — 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
That god forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand. My bosom's lord sits lightly… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair: The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? ...If you poison us, do we not… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you-trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumbered here While these visions did… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd, Quoted, and sign'd, to do a deed of shame. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My nature is subdued to what it works in, like the dyer's hand. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To have seen much and to have nothing is to have rich eyes and poor hands. — 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
