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
To have seen much and to have nothing is to have rich eyes and poor hands. — 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
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
Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands, But more when envy breeds unkind division: There comes the ruin, there begins confusion. — 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
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
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
A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; His dew falls everywhere. — 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
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
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine,… — 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
Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on. — 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
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand! Oh, oh, oh! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the North; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of… — 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
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
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
A contract of eternal bond of love, Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands, Arrested by the holy close of lips, Strength'ned… — 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
