“To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come?” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
'Tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger,… — 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
Still it cried ‘Sleep no more!’ to all the house: ‘Glamis hath murder’d sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more,—Macbeth shall… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things . . . nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no… — 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
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank Here we will sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears;… — 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
On your eyelids crown the god of sleep, Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness, Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep As… — 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
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
