“We so horridly shake our disposition with thoughts beyond the reaches of our soul>” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Every subject's duty is the Kings, but every subject's soul is his own. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
God be prais'd, that to believing souls, Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is no creature loves me; And if I die, no soul will pity me. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
By my soul I swear, there is no power in the tongue of man to alter me. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love and meekness, lord, Become a churchman better than ambition: Win straying souls with modesty again, Cast none away. — 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
“My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; my soul the father: and these two beget a generation of still-breeding thoughts,… — 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
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair. — 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
“My father's spirit in arms! all is not well; I doubt some foul play: would the night were come! Till then sit… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My liege, and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night night, and time is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls; Conscience is but a work that cowards use, Devised at first to keep the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I pray you bear me henceforth from the noise and rumour of the field, where I may think the remnant of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“The shadow of my sorrow. Let's see, 'tis very true. My griefs lie all within and these external manners of laments are… — 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
Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I commend my soul into the hands of God, my Creator, hoping and assuredly believing, through the only merits of Jesus Christ,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am thy father's spirit, Doomed for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confined to fast in… — 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
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
