Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I could be well content To entertain the lag-end of my life With quiet hours. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the North; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
As I hope For quiet days, fair issue, and long life, With such love as 'tis now, the murkiest den, The most… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry. But were we burd'ned with like weight… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Minutes, hours, days, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey… — 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
