Delivers in such apt and gracious words that aged ears play truant at his tales; And younger hearings are quite ravished; So… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Call me what instrume you will,though you can fret me,yet you cannot play upon me.” — 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
Shall we upon the footing of our land Send fair-play orders, and make compromise, Insinuation, parley, and base truce, To arms invasive? — 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
The southern wind Doth play the trumpet to his purposes; And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves, Foretells a tempest and… — 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
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
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
Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should… — 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
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
“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
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
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“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
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.' And yet, I warrant, it had upon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
