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
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
Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven,… — 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
I do repent; but heaven hath pleas'd it so To punish me with this, and this with me, That I must be… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love and meekness, lord, Become a churchman better than ambition: Win straying souls with modesty again, Cast none away. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What's more to do, Which would be planted newly with the time, As calling home our exiled friends abroad That fled the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Robust grass endures mighty winds; loyal ministers emerge through ordeal. — 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
