I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That's a valiant flea that dares eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, a kiss Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge! Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss I carried… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A contract of eternal bond of love, Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands, Arrested by the holy close of lips, Strength'ned… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You have witchcraft in your lips, there is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues of the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her like… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“o here will i set of my everlasting rest and shake the yoke of innauspicious stars from this world wearied flesh eyes… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Away, you trifler! Love! I love thee not, I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world To play with mammets… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Even so; an't please your worship, Brakenbury, You may partake of any thing we say: We speak no treason, man; we say… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding. Have I not tarried? Ay, the grinding; but… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fondling,' she saith, 'since I have hemm'd thee here Within the circuit of this ivory pale, I'll be a park, and thou… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Eternity was in our lips and eyes, Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor But was a race of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
They met so near with their lips that their breaths embraced together. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I dreamt my lady came and found me dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips, Who, even in pure… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond; And do a willful stillness entertain,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
whats here a cup closed in my true loves hand poisin i see hath been his timeless end. oh churl drunk all… — 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
