He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake,… — 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 of my everlasting rest and shake the yoke of innauspicious stars from this world wearied flesh eyes… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love's stories written in love's richest books. To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If I shall be condemned Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake, I tell you 'Tis rigor and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“My God! Everything I see shows me how wrong I am and tells me to hurry up and get on with my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son, it argues a distemper'd head So soon to bid good morrow to thy… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: My bosom's lord sits lightly… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs the world away — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To bed, to bed; sleep kill those pretty eyes, And give as soft attachment to thy senses, As infants empty of all… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Nor shall this peace sleep with her; but as when The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix, Her ashes new-create another… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer The Slings and Arrows… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And Nature must obey necessity. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose to the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, and in the calmest and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape, In forms imaginary, th' unguided days And rotten times that you shall… — 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
