“Infected minds to their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“My plenteous joys, Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves In drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, thanes, And you whose places are… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Życie jest jedynie przelotnym cieniem; żałosnym aktorem, co przez godzinę puszy się i miota na scenie, po czym znika; opowieścią idioty, pełną… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d. Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined. Harpier cries ’Tis time, ’tis time. Round about the cauldron… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Then he is dead? Ross: Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow Must not be measured by the worth,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“All causes shall give way: I am in blood Stepp’d in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“The merciless Macdonald (Worthy to be a rebel, — for, to that, The multiplying villainies of nature Do swarm upon him) from… — 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
