Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in's own house. — 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
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
“Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus, Another thing to fall." - Angelo, Act 2 Scene 1” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! By this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an you play… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing; To his music, plants… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Merciful heaven, Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Splits the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle; but man,… — 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
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
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
