Truly the souls of men are full of dread: Ye cannot reason almost with a man That looks not heavily and full… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O Ceremony, show me but thy worth? What is thy soul of adoration? Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God, My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I shall despair. There is no creature loves me; And if I die no soul will pity me: And wherefore should they,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly at your service — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Oh! it offends me to the soul to hear a robust periwig-pated fellow, tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let us our lives, our souls, Our debts, our careful wives, Our children, and our sins, lay on the King! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
By Heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“She’s so conjunctive to my life and soul That, as the star moves not but in his sphere, I could not but… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears Do scald like… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This blessèd plot, this earth, this realm, this England This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, . . . This land… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Well, God's above all; and there be souls must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To move wild laughter in the throat of death? It cannot be; it is impossible: Mirth cannot move a soul in agony. — 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
