“Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries that Thou hast done to me. Therefore turn and draw.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“One pain is lessened by another’s anguish. ... Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Tis torture and not mercy. Heaven is here, Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog And little mouse, every unworthy thing,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“my heart is wondrous light, Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
These violents delights have violent ends And in there triumph die like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss consume. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“He jests at scars that never felt a wound. But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“By my head, here come the Capulets." Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness. And in the taste destroys the appetite. Therefore, love moderately. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: For nought so vile that on… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Come, gentle night, come loving, black-browed night, Give me my Romeo. And when I shall die, take him and cut him out… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Bear hence this body and attend our will. Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.” — 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
