“My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My father names me Autolycus, who being, as I am, littered under Mercury, was likewise a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles. — 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
“No, sure, my lord, my mother cried, but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A grandma's name is little less in love than is the doting title of a mother. — 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
The voice of parents is the voice of gods, for to their children they are heaven's lieutenants. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven, Visit her face' too roughly. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
These lies are like their father that begets them, gross as a mountain, open, palpable. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She told her, while she kept it, 'Twould make her amiable and subdue my father Entirely to her love, but if she… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“If e’er the Jew her father come to heaven, It will be for his gentle daughter’s sake; And never dare misfortune cross… — 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
As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by fortune's dearest… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Her father lov'd me; oft invited me; Still question'd me the story of my life, From year to year, the battles, sieges,… — 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
“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
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts. There's fennel for you, and columbines:… — 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
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is… — 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
Seems," madam? Nay, it is; I know not "seems." 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy;I did not see your Grace. Humbly on my knee I crave your blessing. DUCHESS.… — 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
Either to die the death or to abjure For ever the society of men. Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires; Know of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done weeping. All the kind of the Launces have this very fault. I have… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Plenty and peace breed cowards; hardness ever of hardiness is mother. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If by chance I talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am not of that feather, to shake off my friend when he must need me — 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
![“Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy;I did not see your Grace. Humbly on my knee I crave your blessing. DUCHESS. God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast,love, charity, obedience, and true duty! GLOUCESTER. Amen! [Aside] And make me die a good old man! That is the butt end of a mother's…” quote by William Shakespeare](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/c7d/william-shakespeare-4_blessings_madam-my-mother-i-do-cry-you-mercy-i-did_1876015.jpg)
