“From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty As surfeit is the father of much fast, So every scope of the immoderate use… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The voice of parents is the voice of gods, for to their children they are heaven's lieutenants. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; my soul the father: and these two beget a generation of still-breeding thoughts,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Sir, this young fellow's mother could: whereupon she grew round-wombed, and had, indeed, sir, a son for her cradle ere she had… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What thing, in honor, had my father lost, That need to be revived and breathed in me? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Methinks a father Is at the nuptial of his son a guest That best becomes the table. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“My father's spirit in arms! all is not well; I doubt some foul play: would the night were come! Till then sit… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Withal I did infer your lineaments, Being the right idea of your father, Both in your form and nobleness of mind; Laid… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes That have been so bedazzled with the sun That everything I look on seemeth green. Now… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Zounds! I was never so bethumped with words since I first called my brother's father dad. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What should a man do but be merry? For look you how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within's two… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Why, that is nothing: for I tell you, father, I am as peremptory as she proud-minded; And where two raging fires meet… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O father Abram, what these Christians are, Whose own hard dealing teaches them suspect The thoughts of others! — 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
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother, cast me… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have you not love enough to bear with me, when that rash humor which my mother gave me makes me forgetful. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour. BEATRICE No, sure, my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Lady Macduff: Now God help thee, poor monkey! But how wilt thou do for a father? Son: If he were dead, you'd… — 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
