Sound trumpets! Let our bloody colours wave! And either victory, or else a grave. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This rough magic I here abjure and when I have required some heavenly music, which even now I do, to work mine… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player,… — 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
I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fixed sentinels almost… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is my soul that calls upon my name; How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears!… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I'll forbear; And am fallen out with my more headier will To take the indisposed and sickly fit For the sound man. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks his tongue… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And in some perfumes there is more delight than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Through the forest have I gone. But Athenian found I none, On whose eyes I might approve This flower's force in stirring… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If thou couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart: but the saying is true 'The empty vessel… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And… — 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
Blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no… — 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
When griping grief the heart doth wound, and doleful dumps the mind opresses, then music, with her silver sound, with speedy help… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Coins always make sound but currency notes are always silent, so when ever your value increases keep yourself calm and silent. — 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
