Rumour is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures And of so easy and so plain a stop That the blunt monster… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Shakespeare scholars just sigh and consign the book to the great pantheon of revelations .. I am accustomed to fanatics who get… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
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
Thus we play the fool with the time and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Sir, he hath not fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; He hath not eat paper, as it were;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
'Tis not to make me jealous To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He reads much; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, As… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4) — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow, Ang'ring itself and others. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fixed sentinels almost… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall; I'll slay more gazers than the basalisks; I'll play the orator as well as… — 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
“Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. FLUTE Here, Peter Quince. QUINCE Flute, you must take Thisby on you. FLUTE What is Thisby? a wandering… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stol'n out of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This fellow is wise enough to play the fool; And to do that well craves a kind of wit: He must observe… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thus play I in one person many people, And none contented: sometimes am I king; Then treasons make me wish myself a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A great while ago the world begun, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; But that's all one, our play is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano, A stage where every man must play a part, And mine a sad… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If it be true that good wine needs no bush, 'tis true that a good play needs no epilogue. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O no, thy love though much, is not so great, It is my love that keeps mine eye awake, Mine own true… — 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
