You told a lie, an odious damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly at your service — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God, My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
By Heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I do not set my life at a pin's fee, And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No, by my soul, I never in my life Did hear a challenge urged more modestly, Unless a brother should a brother… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. Now am I dead, Now am I fled; My soul is in the sky: Tongue, lose… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Had it pleas'd heaven To try me with affliction * * * I should have found in some place of my soul… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I pray you bear me henceforth from the noise and rumour of the field, where I may think the remnant of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Lords, I protest my soul is full of woe That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow. Come, mourn with me… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
GLOUCESTER: I do not know that Englishman alive With whom my soul is any jot at odds, More than the infant that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For thou hast given me in this beauteous face A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey… — 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
