These cardinals trifle with me; I abhor; This dilatory sloth and tricks of Rome. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones; Who, though they cannot answer my distress, Yet in some sort they are better… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle that's curded by the frost from purest snow. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The eagle suffers little birds to sing, And is not careful what they mean thereby, Knowing that with the shadow of his… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
All the contagion of the south light on you, You shames of Rome! you herd of--boils and plagues Plaster you o'er; that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now the good gods forbid That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude Towards her deserved children is enrolled In Jove's own book, like… — 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
