It is the cowish terror of his spirit that dares not undertake; he'll not feel wrongs which tie him to an answer. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes, And hold-fast is the only dog. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Conscience is a blushing, shamefaced spirit than mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one full of obstacles. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafercakes, and holdfast is the only dog, my duck.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Give me a bowl of wine. I have not that alacrity of spirit Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A rarer spirit never Did steer humanity; but you gods will give us Some faults to make us men. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant; And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When holy and devout religious men are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence; so sweet is zealous contemplation. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tis a blushing shame-faced spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom. It fills a man full of obstacles. It made me once… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“My father's spirit in arms! all is not well; I doubt some foul play: would the night were come! Till then sit… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How many a holy and obsequious tear hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye, as interest of the dead! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Tis too much proved—that with devotion's visage And pious action we do sugar o'er The devil himself.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And all this day an unaccustomed spirit lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Can no prayers pierce thee? SHYLOCK: No, none that thou hast wit enough to make.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Un-thread the rude eye of rebellion, and welcome home again discarded faith. — 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