I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am misanthropos, and hate mankind, For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Kent. Where's the king? Gent. Contending with the fretful elements; Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, Or swell the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now the melancholy of God protect thee, and the tailor make thy doublet of changable taffata, for thy mind is a very… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Antonio: Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you? Sebastian: By your patience, no. My stars… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What valor were it, when a cur doth grin, for one to thrust his hand between his teeth, when he might spurn… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Holy, fair, and wise is she; The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine oaths of him and might not spend them… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
God mark thee to His grace! Thou was the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed. And might I live to see thee… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Seems," madam? Nay, it is; I know not "seems." 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You'd be so lean, that blast of January Would blow you through and through. Now, my fair'st friend, I would I had… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven, Visit her face' too roughly. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No might nor greatness in mortality Can censure 'scape; back- wounding calumny The whitest virtue strikes. What king so strong Can tie… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might. Whoever lov'd that lov'd not at first sight. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Oh God! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Through the forest have I gone. But Athenian found I none, On whose eyes I might approve This flower's force in stirring… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Men should be what they seem; Or those that be not, would they might seem none!. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This was the noblest Roman of them all. All the conspirators, save only he,Did that they did in envy of Caesar;He only,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And do so, love, yet when they have devised What strainèd touches rhetoric can lend, Thou, truly fair, wert truly sympathized In… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O heaven! that one might read the book of fate, and see the revolution of the times. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O! that a man might know The end of this day's business, ere it come; But it sufficeth that the day will… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once: how the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Doubt is a thief that often makes us fear to tread where we might have won. — 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
