Even so; an't please your worship, Brakenbury, You may partake of any thing we say: We speak no treason, man; we say… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My story starts at sea, a perilous voyage to an unknown land. A shipwreck. The wild waters roar and heave. The brave… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears, Two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores Of will and judgment. — 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
Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead. Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief Shore his old thread in… — 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
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
a wild dedication of yourselves To undiscovered waters, undreamed shores. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever,- One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Their understanding Begins to swell and the approaching tide Will shortly fill the reasonable shores That now lie foul and muddy. — 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
