A good leg will fall, a straight back will stoop, a black beard will turn white, a curled pate will grow bald,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love me?" Catherine: "I cannot tell." Henry: "Can any of your neighbours… — 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
“WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here But one ten thousand of those men in England That do no work to-day! KING.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Marry, if you would put me to verses or to dance for your sake, Kate, why you undid me: for the one,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Then forth, dear countrymen: let us deliver Our puissance into the hand of God, Putting it straight in expedition. Cheerly to sea;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“My lord constable, the armor that I saw in your tent to-night, are those stars or suns upon it? Con. Stars, my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I was not angry since I came to France Until this instant. Take a trumpet, herald; Ride thou unto the horsemen on… — 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
