Why, headstrong liberty is lashed with woe. There's nothing situate under heaven's eye But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
wert thou as far As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For now I stand as one upon a rock environed with a wilderness of sea, who marks the waxing tide grow wave… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Oh God! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer The Slings and Arrows… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But bad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose to the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, and in the calmest and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Behold the threaden sails, Borne with the invisible and creeping wind, Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea, Breasting the lofty… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My free drift Halts not particularly, but moves itself In a wide sea of wax; no levelled malice Infects one comma in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This royal throne of kings, this sceptered isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let men say we be men of good government, being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why, who cries out on pride that can therein tax any private party? Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown When judges have been babes; great floods have flown From simple sources, and great… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed King; — 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
GLOUCESTER: Yet so much is my poverty of spirit, So mighty and so many my defects, As I had rather hide me… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, With bur-docks, hemlock,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
'Twas merry when You wagered on your angling, when your diver Did hang a salt fish on his hook, which he With… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?… — 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
