Away, you trifler! Love! I love thee not, I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world To play with mammets… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Britain is A world by itself, and we will nothing pay For wearing our own noses. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Some men there are love not a gaping pig, some that are mad if they behold a cat, and others when the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What, no more ceremony? See, my women! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. . . . She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes In… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But when the fox hath once got in his nose, He'll soon find means to make the body follow. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Where is Polonius? HAMLET In heaven. Send hither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him i' th' other… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Though authority be a stubborn bear, yet he is oft let by the nose with gold. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The big round tears Cours'd one another down his innocent nose, In piteous chase. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Liberty plucks justice by the nose; The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Goes all decorum. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things . . . nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Macduff: What three things does drink especially provoke? Porter: Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. — 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
