Thou whoreson zed! Thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into mortar,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Get you gone, you dwarf, You minimus of hindering knotgrass made, You bead, you acorn!” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Where is Polonius? - In heaven; send hither to see: if your messenger find him not there, seek him i' the other… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Ay, that I had not done a thousand more. Even now I curse the day—and yet, I think, Few come within the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? SAMPSON [Aside to Gregory]: Is the law of our side, if I say ay?… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“How now, my sweet creature of bombast! How long is't ago, Jack, since thou saw'st thien own knee?” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood. — 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
