My language! heavens!I am the best of them that speak this speech. Were I but where 'tis spoken. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? And shall I couple Hell? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I'll follow you and make a heaven out of hell, and I'll die by your hand which I love so well. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge, That no king can corrupt. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just and charitable war. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The force of his own merit makes his way-a gift that heaven gives for him. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O heaven! that one might read the book of fate, and see the revolution of the times. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why, headstrong liberty is lashed with woe. There's nothing situate under heaven's eye But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Eternity was in our lips and eyes, Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor But was a race of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, a kiss Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge! Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss I carried… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am not mad; I would to heaven I were! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself; O, if I could,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive us all! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from brakes of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The benediction of these covering heavens Fall on their heads like dew, for they are worthy To inlay heaven with stars. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Merciful heaven, Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Splits the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle; but man,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Look, the world's comforter, with weary gait, His day's hot task hath ended in the west: The owl, night's herald, shrieks-'tis very… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If you shall marry, You give away this hand, and this is mine; You give away heaven's vows, and those are mine;… — 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
Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair, Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to Earth, from Earth to heaven; and as imagination bodies… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
it is my lady! *sighs* o, it is my love! o, that she knew she were! she speaks, yet she sais nothing.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There's nothing situate under heaven's eye But hath his bond in earth, in sea, in sky. The beasts, the fishes, and the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welkin… — 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
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black and loving… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Tis torture and not mercy. Heaven is here, Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog And little mouse, every unworthy thing,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Think you a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard… — 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
