Music can minister to minds diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings. — 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
There are occasions and causes, why and wherefore in all things. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze by the sweet power of music. — 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
