How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Oh, I have passed a miserable night, so full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I love you more than word can wield the matter, Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have I thought long to see this morning’s face, And doth it give me such a sight as this? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might. Whoever lov'd that lov'd not at first sight. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel… — 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
