And all my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, it is a chance which does redeem all sorrows that ever I have… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The Dear father Would with his daughter speak, commands her service; Are they inform'd of this? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, that our fathers would applause our loves, To seal our happiness with hteir consents! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name — 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
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
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
“We are glad the Dauphin is so pleasant with us; His present and your pains we thank you for: When we have… — 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
“As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed With raven's feather from unwholesom fen Drop on you both! A southwest blow on… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Obey thy parents, keep thy word justly; swear not; commit not with man's sworn spouse; set not thy sweet heart on proud… — 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
“The purple violets and marigolds Shall as a carpet hang upon thy grave While summer days doth last. Ay me, poor maid,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Villain, what hast thou done? Aaron: That which thou canst not undo. Chiron: Thou hast undone our mother. Aaron: Villain, I have… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time's the king of men; he's both their parent, and he is their grave, and gives them what he will, not what… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Think you I am no stronger than my own sex being so father'd and husbanded?” — 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
“If thou didst ever thy dear father love—Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder” — 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
Look to her, Moor, if thou has eyes to see. She has deceived her father, and may thee. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In thee thy mother dies, our household's name, My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No … holy father, throw away that thought. Believe not that the dribbling dart of love Can pierce a complete bosom. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Alas, poor country, almost afraid to know itself! It cannot be called our mother, but our grave.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My father compounded with my mother under the Dragon's tail, and my nativity was under Ursa Major, so that it follows, I… — 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
How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object! For this the foolish over-careful fathers Have broke their sleep with… — 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
“She speaks much of her father; says she hears There’s tricks i’ the world; and hems, and beats her heart; Spurns enviously… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Demetrius: Villain, what hast thou done? Aaron: That which thou canst not undo. Chiron: Thou hast undone our mother. Aaron: Villain, I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“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
“Let me not live,' quoth he, 'After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses All… — 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
