I have thrust myself into this maze, Haply to wive and thrive as best I may. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
All the contagion of the south light on you, You shames of Rome! you herd of--boils and plagues Plaster you o'er; that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When rich villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what price they will — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Don Pedro - (...)'In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.' Benedick - The savage bull may, but if ever the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be advised; Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself: we may outrun, By violent swiftness,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You may my Glories and my State depose, But not my Griefes; still am I King of those. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase, and there was never… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It provokes the desire but it takes away the performance. Therefore much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Then happy I that love and am beloved, where I may not remove nor be removed. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Great men may jest with saints; 'tis wit in them; But, in the less foul profanation. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins Shall forth at vast of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But since the affairs of men rests still incertain, Let's reason with the worst that may befall. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in, Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thy ear,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A sentence is but a cheveril glove to a good wit; How quickly the wrong side may be turned outward! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Beware of entrance to a quarrel, but, being in, bear t that th' opposed may beware of thee. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each thing that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We cannot fight for love, as men may do; we shou'd be woo'd, and were not made to woo — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass. — 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