O world, world! thus is the poor agent despised. O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a-work, and how ill… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Therefore was I created with a stubborn outside, with an aspect of iron, that when I come to woo ladies, I fright… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Some glory in their birth , some in their skill , Some in their wealth , some in their bodies' force ,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Give to a gracious message An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell Themselves when they be felt. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults, looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year! — 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
