I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I do not set my life at a pin's fee, And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O God, I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space – were it not that… — 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
“O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish her election, Sh'ath sealed thee for herself. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. ” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But to my mind, though I am native here, And to the manner born, it is a custom, More honored in the… — 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
