Love's heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams Driving back shadows over low'ring hills. Therefore do… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Sorrow, like a heavy ringing bell, once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Hamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As woman's love. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The why is plain as way to parish church: He that a fool doth very wisely hit Doth very foolishly, although he… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow, Ang'ring itself and others. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Well, while I live I'll fear no other thing So sore as keeping safe Nerissa's ring. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Plutus himself, That knows the tinct and multiplying med'cine, Hath not in nature's mystery more science Than I have in this ring. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A contract of eternal bond of love, Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands, Arrested by the holy close of lips, Strength'ned… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows. They are polluted off'rings, more abhorred! Than spotted livers in the sacrifice. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In springtime, the only pretty ring time Birds sing, hey ding A-ding, a-ding Sweet lovers love the spring— — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Who has a book of all that monarchs do, He's more secure to keep it shut than shown; For vice repeated is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I know them, yea, And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple; Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mong'ring boys, That lie, and cog, and… — 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
