Beauty's a doubtful good, a glass, a flower, Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour; And beauty, blemish'd once, for ever's lost,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incensed that I am reckless what… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by fortune's dearest… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We make ourselves fools to disport ourselves And spend our flatteries to drink those men Upon whose age we void it up… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live regist'red upon our brazen tombs And then grace us in the disgrace… — 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
