My long sickness Of health and living now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“He’s mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse’s health, a boy’s love, or a whore’s oath.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to the which our wills are gardeners. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Nature does require her time of preservation, which perforce, I her frail son amongst my brethren mortal, must give my attendance to. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For youth no less becomes The light and careless livery that it wears, Than settled age his sables, and his weeds Importing… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Before the curing of a strong disease, Even in the instant of repair and health, The fit is strongest. Evils that take… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If thou couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven,… — 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
