“Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fair To be death’s conquest and make worms thine heir.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“My Crown is in my heart, not on my head: Not deck'd with Diamonds, and Indian stones: Nor to be seen: my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Were half to half the world by the ears and he Upon my party, I'ld revolt to make Only my wars with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseththe disease; Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“such wanton, wild, and usual slips/ As are companions noted and most known/ To youth and liberty.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“More grief to hide than hate to utter love. Polonius, Hamlet.” — 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
“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
“Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“my heart is wondrous light, Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“You are full of pretty answers. Have you not been acquainted with goldsmiths' wives and conned them out of rings?” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Let me have war, say I: it exceeds peace as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“The abuse of greatness is when it disjoins remorse from power.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“He remembers the first time he saw Olivia, and how he had felt that she cleared the air of all pestilence, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Que ella que con su muerte le dice a nuestro César: "Me conquisté yo misma".” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“For this new-married man approaching here, Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong'd Your well defended honour, you must pardon For Mariana's sake:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Hot from hell. Caesar's spirit raging in revenge. Cry,havoc! And let slip the dogs of war.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“No temáis a la grandeza; algunos nacen grandes, algunos logran grandeza, a algunos la grandeza les es impuesta y a otros la… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I think he'll be to Rome as is the osprey to the fish, who takes it by sovereignty of nature.” — 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
