This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let me have men about me that are fat... Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much: such… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To be in love- where scorn is bought with groans, Coy looks with heart-sore sighs, one fading moment's mirth With twenty watchful,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon yon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, let my books be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast, Who plead for love, and look for… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Look, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east! Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Truly the souls of men are full of dread: Ye cannot reason almost with a man That looks not heavily and full… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Say she rail; why, I'll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. Say that she frown; I'll say she… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? When at your hands did I deserve this scorn? Is't not enough, is't not… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape, In forms imaginary, th' unguided days And rotten times that you shall… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! It is an… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Look on beauty, and you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Men's eyes were made to look, let them gaze, I will budge for no man's pleasure. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My falcon now is sharp and passing empty, and till she stoop she must not be full-gorged, for then she never looks… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You cannot make gross sins look clear: To revenge is no valour, but to bear. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I love him for his sake; And yet I know him a notorious liar, Think him a great way fool, solely a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. — 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
