Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From the world-wearied flesh — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself pois'd with herself in either eye; But in that crystal scales let there… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My business was great, and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give ... — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand. My bosom's lord sits lightly… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. — 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
Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see pathways to his will! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Look, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east! Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
