He's of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger.... he is pure air and fire; and the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue. But if you mouth it, as… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Cry "havoc!" and let loose the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welkin… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way:” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband. BEATRICE Not till God make men of some other… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“You know your mother means to feast with me, And calls herself Revenge, and thinks me mad: Hark, villains! I will grind… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give ... — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-Paradise. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To be a well-favored man is the gift of fortune, but to write or read comes by nature — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Nature does require her time of preservation, which perforce, I her frail son amongst my brethren mortal, must give my attendance to. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i' the receiving earth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Plutus himself, That knows the tinct and multiplying med'cine, Hath not in nature's mystery more science Than I have in this ring. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“He that hangs himself is a virgin: virginity murders itself, and should be buried in highways, out of all sanctified limit, as… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Men’s natures wrangle with inferior things, Though great ones are their object.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears: But yet It is our trick; nature her… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Nature, as it grows again toward earth, is fashioned for the journey, dull and heavy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, where is loyalty? If it be banished from the frosty head, Where shall it find a harbor in the earth? — 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
