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
It is my soul that calls upon my name; How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears!… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Come, Let's have one other gaudy night. Call to me All my sad captains. Fill our bowls once more. Let's mock the… — 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
We will meet; and there we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously. Shakespeare, Midsummer Night's Dream. Spoken by Bottom, Act I Sc. 2 — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In winter's tedious nights sit by the fire With good old folks, and let them tell thee tales Of woeful ages, long… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O polished perturbation! golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night. — 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
It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now, neighbor confines, purge you of your scum! Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance, revel the night, rob, murder,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
On your eyelids crown the god of sleep, Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness, Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep As… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose to the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, and in the calmest and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Though now this grained face of mine be hid In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow, And all the conduits of my blood froze… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Then was I as a tree whose boughs did bend with fruit; but in one night, a storm or robbery, call it… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Some say that ever 'gainst the season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Day, night, late, early, At home, abroad, alone, in company, Waking or sleeping, still my care hath been To have her match'd;… — 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
Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This night I hold an old accustomed feast, Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love; and you among… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Look, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east! Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time is a very bankrupt and owes more than he's worth to season. Nay, he's a thief too: have you not heard… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The iron tongue of Midnight hath told twelve lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. I fear we shall outstep the coming… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till they sweet life end — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Night's candles have burned out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountaintops." Hope tinged with melancholy - like life. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fairies, black, grey, green, and white, You moonshine revellers, and shades of night, You orphan heirs of fixed destiny, Attend your office… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Refrain to-night; And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence, the next more easy; For use almost can… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I do repent; but heaven hath pleas'd it so To punish me with this, and this with me, That I must be… — 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
“This tune goes manly. Come, go we to the King. Our power is ready; Our lack is nothing but our leave. Macbeth… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in… — 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
