Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord, That would reduce these bloody days again And make poor England weep in streams of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Those that much covet are with gain so fond, For what they have not, that which they possess They scatter and unloose… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Care for us! True, indeed! They ne'er cared for us yet: suffer us to famish, and their storehouses crammed with grain; make… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Brutus, I do observe you now of late: I have not from your eyes that gentleness And show of love as I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison: We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage: When thou dost… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For a noble heart, the most precious gift becomes poor, when the giver stops loving. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Poor wretches that depend On greatness' favor, dream as I have done; Wake, and find nothing. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For the poor wren (The most diminutive of birds) will fight, Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead. Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief Shore his old thread in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Famous Quotes on: Honesty, Wisdom, Thomas Jefferson Rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks, but I thank you; and sure, dear friends, my thanks are too… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If thou art rich, thou art poor; for, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, thou bearest thy heavy riches but… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men’s cottages… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Yet but three come one more. Two of both kinds make up four. Ere she comes curst and sad. Cupid is a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Too much of water hast thou poor Ophelia, and therefore I forbid my tears. But yet it is our trick, let shame… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most lov'd, despis'd! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He that filches from me my good name robs me of that which enriches him and makes me poor indeed. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The sense of death is most in apprehension, And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears. — 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