For my part, I may speak it to my shame, I have a truant been to chivalry; And so I hear he… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Write till your ink be dry, and with your tears Moist it again, and frame some feeling line That may discover such… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in's own house. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world; And, for because the world is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, 'It is ten o'clock: Thus… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But yet, I say, if imputation and strong circumstances, which lead directly to the door of truth, will give you satisfaction, you… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We will meet; and there we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner. BENEDICK Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding. Have I not tarried? Ay, the grinding; but… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If he be so resolved, I can o'ersway him; for he loves to hear That unicorns may be betrayed with trees And… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My love is thine to teach; teach it but how, And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn. Any hard… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Hast any philosophy in thee shepherd? .• • • • . . . He that wants money, means and content, is without… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Can it be chat modesty may more betray Our sense than woman's lightness? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair, Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What, shall one of us, That struck for the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers--shall we now Contaminate… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
On a day - alack the day! - Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Dirty days hath September April June and November From January up to May The rain it raineth every day All the rest… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Nay, do not think I flatter. For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no revenue hast but thy good spirits… — 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
