Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Thine own life's means! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, Drink off this potion! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Twas never merry world Since lowly feigning was called compliment. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am not of that feather, to shake off my friend when he must need me — 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
There are occasions and causes, why and wherefore in all things. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge, That no king can corrupt. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly followed. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We are not the first Who with best meaning have incurred the worst — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
All things that are, are with more spirit chased than enjoyed. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I long to hear the story of your life, which must captivate the ear strangely. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Flout 'em, and scout 'em; and scout 'em, and flout 'em; / Thought is free. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be still prepared for death: and death or life shall thereby be the sweeter. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But no perfection is so absolute, That some impurity doth not pollute. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? — 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
“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
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
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“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
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.' And yet, I warrant, it had upon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. — William Shakespeare Copy Share