“Bid a sick man in sadness make his will: Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill! In sadness, cousin,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Marry, if you would put me to verses or to dance for your sake, Kate, why you undid me: for the one,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Viola to Duke Orsino: 'I'll do my best To woo your lady.' [Aside.] 'Yet, a barful strife! Whoe'er I woo, myself would… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“What would you have? Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“He remembers the first time he saw Olivia, and how he had felt that she cleared the air of all pestilence, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But indeed an old religious uncle of mine taught me to speak, who was in his youth an inland man; one that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Men's eyes were made to look, let them gaze, I will budge for no man's pleasure. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, oh you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Suffer love! A good ephitet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so… — 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