With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. And let my liver rather heat with wine, than my heart cool with mortifying… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Faith, stay here this night; they will surely do us no harm; you saw they speak us fair, give us gold; methinks… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer The Slings and Arrows… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Her virtues, graced with external gifts, Do breed love's settled passions in my heart; And like as rigour of tempestuous gusts Provokes… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape, In forms imaginary, th' unguided days And rotten times that you shall… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks his tongue… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
DON PEDRO Come, lady, come; you have lost the heart of Signior Benedick. BEATRICE Indeed, my lord, he lent it me awhile;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My heart is turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What infinite heart's-ease Must kings neglect that private men enjoy! And what have kings that privates have not too, Save ceremony, save… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Set your heart at rest. The fairyland buys not the child of me. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice… — 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
O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul that, struggling to be free, art more engaged! Help, angels! Make… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, a face without a heart? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a black beard will turn white; a curl'd pate will grow bald;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Hadst thou no poison mixed, no sharp-ground knife, No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, But 'banished' to kill me--'banished'?… — 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
