So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And Nature must obey necessity. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A stirring dwarf we do allowance give Before a sleeping giant. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs the world away — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures: ‘tis the eye of childhood that… — 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
And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company. — 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 die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts... — 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. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
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
“Macbeth does murder sleep - the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's… — 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
“To die, - To sleep, - To sleep! Perchance to dream: - ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death… — 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
“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
“Sometime [Queen Mab] driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When… — 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
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Do you take me for a sponge, my lord? hamlet: Ay, sir; that soaks up the king's countenance, his rewards, his authorities.… — 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
“I am glad I was up so late, for that's the reason I was up so early.” — 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
“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
There is some ill a-brewing towards my rest, For I did dream of money-bags to-night. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Macduff: What three things does drink especially provoke? Porter: Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. — 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
O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee, 1710. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids… — 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
“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
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
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“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
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.' And yet, I warrant, it had upon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
![“Sometime [Queen Mab] driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two And sleeps again” quote by William Shakespeare](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/i/8da/william-shakespeare-4_dark_sometime-queen-mab-driveth-o-er-a-soldie_611287.jpg)
