Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long / To speak of that which gives thee all thy might? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'ld… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have been long a sleeper; but I trust My absence doth neglect no great design Which by my presence might have… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O England! Model to thy inward greatness, like little body with a might heart. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If there be devils, would I were a devil, To live and burn in everlasting fire, So I might have your company… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
His life was gentle; and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I know them, yea, And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple; Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mong'ring boys, That lie, and cog, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And it is very much lamented,... That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye That… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O constancy, be strong upon my side, Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue! I have a man's mind, but… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
An earnest conjuration from the King, As England was his faithful tributary, As love between them like the palm might flourish, As… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in the praise… — 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
