“Let us to it pellmell. If not to Heaven, then hand in hand to Hell.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, From earth to heaven. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If yon bethink yourself of any crime Unreconcil'd as yet to heaven and grace, Solicit for it straight. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil; With them forgive yourself. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Holy, fair, and wise is she; The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
These earthly godfathers of Heaven's lights, that give a name to every fixed star, have no more profit of their shining nights… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Had it pleas'd heaven To try me with affliction * * * I should have found in some place of my soul… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And yet by heaven I think my love as rare / as any that she belie with false compare Sonnett CXXX, ll, 13-14 — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is thyself, mine own self's better part; Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart; My food, my fortune, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; his tears pure messengers sent from his heart;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Do all men kill the things they do not love …… The quality of mercy is not strain'd It droppeth as the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
ROMEO to BALTHASAR But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp, To guard a title that was rich before, To gild refined gold, to paint the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
'By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible true, that thou art beauteous truth itself, that thou art lovely. More fairer… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Where is Polonius? HAMLET In heaven. Send hither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him i' th' other… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I do repent; but heaven hath pleas'd it so To punish me with this, and this with me, That I must be… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The plants look up to heaven, from whence they have their nourishment. — 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
