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
“Purpose is but the slave to memory, Of violent birth, but poor validity;” — 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
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
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What we determine we often break. Purpose is but the slave to memory. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I would forget it fain, But oh, it presses to my memory, Like damnèd guilty deeds to sinners' minds.” — 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
“Not marble nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme, But you shall shine more bright in these contents… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat in this distracted globe. Remember thee?” — 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
