The crown o' the earth doth melt. My lord! O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune,--often the surfeit of our own behavior,--we make… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke And scarr'd the moon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire, The chariest maid is prodigal… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night ... — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
With these shreds They vented their complainings, which being answered And a petition granted them, a strange one, To break the heart… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night-- Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about The other four in wondrous… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy, To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions? No; to be… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thus I die. Thus, thus, thus. Now I am dead, Now I am fled, My soul is in the sky. Tongue, lose… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison: We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage: When thou dost… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lies in sweetest bud.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A good leg will fall, a straight back will stoop, a black beard will turn white, a curled pate will grow bald,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if we were villians by compulsion. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For 'tis the sport to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar; and't shall go hard But I will delve one… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a black beard will turn white; a curl'd pate will grow bald;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle that's curded by the frost from purest snow. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let men say we be men of good government, being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A good heart is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun and not the moon, for it shines bright and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is the very error of the moon; She comes more nearer earth than she was wont, And makes men mad. — 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
