Good morrow, fair ones; pray you, if you know, Where in the purlieus of this forest stands A sheep-cote fenc'd about with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Watch tonight, pray tomorrow. Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellowship come to you! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And my poor fool is hanged! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounce it to you, trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you-trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you, trippingly on the tongue. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We do pray for mercy, and that same prayer doth teach us all to render the deeds of mercy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray, love, remember; and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts... There’s fennel for you, and columbines; there’s… — 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
Pray, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I pray thee cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless as water in a sieve. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I pray you bear me henceforth from the noise and rumour of the field, where I may think the remnant of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Pray, do not mock me. I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Never, never, never, never, never! Pray you, undo this button. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A virtuous and a Christianlike conclusion-- To pray for them that have done scathe to us. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I wish you well and so I take my leave, I Pray you know me when we meet again. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Day, night, late, early, At home, abroad, alone, in company, Waking or sleeping, still my care hath been To have her match'd;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts. There's fennel for you, and columbines:… — 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