The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, From earth to heaven. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? And shall I couple Hell? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I talk of you: Why did you wish me milder? would you have me False to my nature? Rather say I play… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For so work the honey bees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the act of order to a peopled kingdom. — 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
“And strange it is That nature must compel us to lament Our most persisted deeds.” — 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
Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Macbeth does murder sleep - the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Crowns have their compass-length of days their date- Triumphs their tomb-felicity, her fate- Of nought but earth can earth make us partaker,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell? Sleeping or waking, mad or well-advised? Known unto these, and to myself disguised?… — 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
“Ah, she doth teach the torches to burn bright, it seems she hangs against the cheek of night like a rich jewel… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am thy father's spirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night And, for the day, confin'd to fast in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Feared by their breed and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for's power to thunder.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
. . . yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Lay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night As a rich jewel… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike Feeds beast as man.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
His life was gentle; and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A tardiness in nature, Which often leaves the history unspoke, That it intends to do. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But the strong base and building of my love is as the very centre of the earth, drawing all things to it. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature. — 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
The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And Nature must obey necessity. — 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
I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“What should such fellows as I do crawling between heaven and earth?” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To be a well-flavored man is the gift of fortune, but to write or read comes by nature. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser. — 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
“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
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
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“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
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.' And yet, I warrant, it had upon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
