Either our history shall with full mouth Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave, Like Turkish mute, shall have a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Last scene of all that ends this strange, eventful history, is second childishness and mere oblivion. I am sans teeth, sans eyes,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I shall show the cinders of my spirits Through the ashes of my chance. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ay me! for aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased, The which observed, a man may prophesy,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is a kind of character in thy life, That to the observer doth thy history, fully unfold. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A tardiness in nature, Which often leaves the history unspoke, That it intends to do. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Is it but this,—a tardiness in nature Which often leaves the history unspoke That it intends to do? My lord of Burgundy,… — 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
