No reckoning made, but sent to my account with all my imperfections on my head. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
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
in that small [time] most greatly lived this star of England: Fortune made his sword, By which the world's best garden he… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Alas, the frailty is to blame, not we For such as we are made of, such we be — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For there was never yet philosoper That could endure the toothache patiently, However they have writ the style of gods, And made… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good. Pity is the virtue of the law, and none but tyrants… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Gloucester, we have done deeds of charity, made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, between these swelling wrong-incensed peers. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster; but I'll take my oath on it, till he… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tis a blushing shame-faced spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom. It fills a man full of obstacles. It made me once… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
King Henry: But what a point, my lord, your falcon made, And what a pitch she flew above the rest! To see… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You are made Rather to wonder at the things you hear Than to work any. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I would that I were low laid in my grave. I am not worth this coil that's made for me. — 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
This was the noblest Roman of them all. All the conspirators, save only he,Did that they did in envy of Caesar;He only,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since everyone hath every one, one… — 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