Is it not strange, that sheep's guts should hale souls out of men's bodies! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Though music oft hath such a charm to make bad good, and good provoke to harm. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
One whom the music of his own vain tongue doth ravish like enchanting harmony. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is. ~William Shakespeare — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If music be the food of love, play on. Giveme excess of it, so that in surfeiting, I may sicken, and so… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When griping grief the heart doth wound, and doleful dumps the mind opresses, then music, with her silver sound, with speedy help… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Keep time! How sour sweet music is when time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Preposterous ass, that never read so far to know the cause why music was ordain'd! Was it not to refresh the mind… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And in some perfumes there is more delight than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank Here we will sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Tis as easy as lying: govern these ventages with your lingers and thumb, give it breath with your mouth, and it will… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The eagle suffers little birds to sing, And is not careful what they mean thereby, Knowing that with the shadow of his… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Preposterous ass, that never read so far To know the cause why music was ordain'd! Was it not to refresh the mind… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Why, masters, have your instruments been in Naples, that they speak i’ the nose thus? FIRST MUSICIAN How, sir, how! CLOWN Are… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Look what thy soul holds dear, imagine it To lie that way thou goest, not whence thou com'st. Suppose the singing birds… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing; To his music, plants… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He reads much; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, As… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“By the sweet power of music: therefore the poet did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones and floods; since nought so stockish,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much, He is a great… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; not… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Are you ready, sir? Orsino. Ay; prithee, sing. [Music] 945 SONG. Feste. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I do not well understand that. Will you play upon this pipe? GUILDENSTERN: My lord, I cannot. HAMLET: I pray you. GUILDENSTERN:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How soar sweet music is, when time is broke, and no proportion kept! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze by the sweet power of music. — 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
![“Are you ready, sir? Orsino. Ay; prithee, sing. [Music] 945 SONG. Feste. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. 950 My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it! My part of death, no one so true Did share…” quote by William Shakespeare](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/dea/william-shakespeare-4_death_are-you-ready-sir-orsino-ay-prithee-sing_2200354.jpg)
