“When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain?” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A great while ago the world begun, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; But that's all one, our play is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Yet cease your ire, you angry stars of heaven! Wind, rain, and thunder, remember earthly man Is but a substance that must… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That, sir, which serves and seeks for gain, And follows but for form, Will pack, when it begins to rain, And leave… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What should we speak of When we are old as you? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December?… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But when I came, alas, to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“He that has a little tiny wit, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, Must make content with his fortunes fit,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain, But Lust's effect is tempest after sun; Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain, Lust's winter… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Kent. Where's the king? Gent. Contending with the fretful elements; Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, Or swell the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy, In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If the boy have not a woman's gift To rain a shower of commanded tears, An onion will do well for such… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Do all men kill the things they do not love …… The quality of mercy is not strain'd It droppeth as the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood Is there not rain enough in the sweet heaves To… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Hast any philosophy in thee shepherd? .• • • • . . . He that wants money, means and content, is without… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Dirty days hath September April June and November From January up to May The rain it raineth every day All the rest… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain. Doubt thou the stars are fire; doubt that the sun doth move; doubt truth to be… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice… — 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
