Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But say, my lord, it were not regist'red, Methinks the truth should live from age to age, As 'twere retailed to all… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair: The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; so full of valor that they smote the air, for breathing in their… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Like a red morn that ever yet betokened, Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field, Sorrow to the shepherds, woe unto… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He hath disgrac'd me and hind'red me half a million; laugh'd at my losses, mock'd at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh! the doxy, over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live regist'red upon our brazen tombs And then grace us in the disgrace… — 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
