Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain, Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness, And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Read o'er this And after, this, and then to breakfast with What appetite you have. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What to ourselves in passion we propose, The passion ending, doth the purpose lose. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This thing of darkness I acknowlege mine. There is nothing more confining than the prison we don't know we are in. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Honour travels in a strait so narrow Where one but goes abreast. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The trust I have is in mine innocence, and therefore am I bold and resolute. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You told a lie, an odious damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Who riseth from a feast With that keen appetite that he sits down? — 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
