My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white. — 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
Captain of our fairy band, Helena is here at hand, And the youth, mistook by me, Pleading for a lover's fee. Shall… — 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
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
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
I'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well — 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
A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd, Quoted, and sign'd, to do a deed of shame. — 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
I hold it cowardice To rest mistrustful where a noble heart Hath pawned an open hand in sign of love. — 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
They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips, Who, even in pure… — 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
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
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
My nature is subdued to what it works in, like the dyer's hand. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time;… — 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
I knew when seven justices could not take up a quarrel, but when the parties were met themselves, one of them thought… — 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
