“Let us not burthen our remembrance with A heaviness that's gone.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Music can minister to minds diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This is a gift that I have, simple, simple; a foolish extravagant spirit full of forms, figures, shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let us not burden our remembrances with a heaviness that's gone. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O thou that dost inhabit in my breast, leave not the mansion so long tenantless; lest, growing ruinous, the building fall and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death the memory be green. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Macbeth: How does your patient, doctor? Doctor: Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Yea from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My rage is gone, And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up. Help, three o' th' chiefest soldiers; I'll be one.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Prophet may you be! If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, when time is old and hath forgot itself,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Though now this grained face of mine be hid In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow, And all the conduits of my blood froze… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What we determine we often break. Purpose is but the slave to memory. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Remember thee! Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. — 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
