A rarer spirit never Did steer humanity; but you gods will give us Some faults to make us men. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple. If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Spirits are not finely touched But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But like a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is the cowish terror of his spirit that dares not undertake; he'll not feel wrongs which tie him to an answer. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
All things that are, are with more spirit chased than enjoyed. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I will not choose what many men desire, Because I will not jump with common spirits And rank me with the barbarous… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ay, but to die and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstrution and to rot; This sensible warm motion… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And all this day an unaccustomed spirit lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tis a blushing shame-faced spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom. It fills a man full of obstacles. It made me once… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Conscience is a blushing, shamefaced spirit than mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one full of obstacles. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Dirty days hath September April June and November From January up to May The rain it raineth every day All the rest… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Nay, do not think I flatter. For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no revenue hast but thy good spirits… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am thy father's spirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night And, for the day, confin'd to fast in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For I am full of spirit and resolve to meet all perils very constantly. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A lean cheek; which you have not: a blue eye, and sunken; which you have not: an unquestionable spirit; which you have… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A lean cheek, - a blue eye, and sunken, - an unquestionable spirit, - a beard neglected:- Then your hose should be… — 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
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
