Ay me! for aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth But that our soft conditions and our hearts Should well agree with our… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Live loath'd and long, Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites, Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears, You fools of fortune, trencher friends, time… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp, To guard a title that was rich before, To gild refined gold, to paint the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Because I cannot flatter and look fair, Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog, Duck with French nods and apish courtesy,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have trod a measure, I have flattered a lady, I have been politic with my friend, smooth with mine enemy — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show Of smooth civility; yet am I inland bred And know… — 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
