So holy and so perfect is my love, And I in such a poverty of grace, That I shall think it a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, And say there is no sin but to be rich; And being rich,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“And yet for aught I see, they are as sick that surfeit with too much as they that starve with nothing. It… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When rich villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what price they will — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Each new morn New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds As if it… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
GLOUCESTER: Yet so much is my poverty of spirit, So mighty and so many my defects, As I had rather hide me… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is an old poor man,. . . . Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Look how the world's poor people are amazed at apparitions, signs and prodigies! — 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