What can be happier than for a man, conscious of virtuous acts, and content with liberty, to despise all human affairs? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking. In the meantime, let… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I love you more than word can wield the matter, Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“such wanton, wild, and usual slips/ As are companions noted and most known/ To youth and liberty.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why, headstrong liberty is lashed with woe. There's nothing situate under heaven's eye But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please, for so fools have. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Though authority be a stubborn bear, yet he is oft let by the nose with gold. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Liberty plucks justice by the nose; The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Goes all decorum. — 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
