I am not of that feather, to shake off my friend when he must need me — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Wisdom and fortune combating together, If that the former dare but what it can, No chance may shake it. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with passion would I shake the world... — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with passion would I shake the world, And rouse from sleep that… — 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
Time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arm outstretch'd, as he… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man That function is smothered in surmise, And… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“o here will i set of my everlasting rest and shake the yoke of innauspicious stars from this world wearied flesh eyes… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age, Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburdened crawl… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them And show the heavens… — 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
