Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have railed so long against marriage:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself, And so shall starve with feeding.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as… — 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
