“He’s mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse’s health, a boy’s love, or a whore’s oath.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant; And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life hath sold But my outside… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimms, and makes it indistinct As water is in water — 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
Be not afraid of greatness. Some people are born great, some achieve it, others have it thrust upon them. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous (Nay, let em be unmanly), yet are followed. — 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