Withal I did infer your lineaments, Being the right idea of your father, Both in your form and nobleness of mind; Laid… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Then was I as a tree whose boughs did bend with fruit; but in one night, a storm or robbery, call it… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Though now this grained face of mine be hid In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow, And all the conduits of my blood froze… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'd a blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why, friends, you go to do you know not what: Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves? Alas, you know not: I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange That even our loves should with our fortunes change, For 'tis a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry. But were we burd'ned with like weight… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She speaks poniards, and every word stabs: if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her;… — 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
