“Let us not burthen our remembrance with A heaviness that's gone.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltiness of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. To mourn a mischief that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Come, go with us, speak fair; you may salve so, Not what is dangerous present, but the los Of what is past. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The setting sun, and the music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in rememberance more… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Doubting things go ill often hurts more Than to be sure they do; for certainties Either are past remedies, or, timely knowing,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight, Past reason hunted, and no sooner had Past reason hated — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What's past and what's to come is strew'd with husks And formless ruin of oblivion. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Things without all remedy should be without regard: what's done is done. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Confess yourself to heaven, Repent what's past, avoid what is to come, And do not spread the compost on the weeds To… — 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
