Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud; but, God He knows, thy share thereof is small. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I would not lose so great an honor As one man more methinks would share with me For the best hope I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, To share with me in glory any more: Two stars keep not… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have heard it said There is an art which in their piedness shares With great creating nature. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss; and if to live, the fewer men, the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My cake is dough, but I'll in among the rest, Out of hope of all but my share of the feast. — 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
