Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If by chance I talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father. — 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
O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. . . . She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes In… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Every thing that grows / Holds in perfection but a little moment. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Make use of time, let not advantage slip; Beauty within itself should not be wasted: Fair flowers that are not gather'd in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Merciful heaven, Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Splits the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle; but man,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. Lady, as you are… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This royal throne of kings, this sceptered isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress… — 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
A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward! Thou little valiant, great in villainy! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! Thou Fortune's champion,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground, and tell sad stories of the death of kings... All murdered; for within… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The eagle suffers little birds to sing, And is not careful what they mean thereby, Knowing that with the shadow of his… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority: To do a great right, do a little wrong. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Silence is the perfectest herault of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O England! Model to thy inward greatness, like little body with a might heart. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little… — 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
