Think you a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Kent. Where's the king? Gent. Contending with the fretful elements; Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, Or swell the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Sorrow, like a heavy ringing bell, once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart-see, they bark at me. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If little faults proceeding on distemper Shall not be winked at, how shall we stretch our eye When capital crimes, chewed, swallowed,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serve him truly that will put me in trust: to love… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A peevish self-willed harlotry it is. *She’s a stubborn little brat.* — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Then know, that I have little wealth to lose. A man I am, crossed with adversity; My riches are these poor habiliments,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse, As patches set upon a little breach,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why, i' faith, methinks she's too low for a high praise, too brown for a fair praise and too little for a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand! Oh, oh, oh! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A grandma's name is little less in love than is the doting title of a mother. — 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
