That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I under my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant; But yet you draw not iron, for my heart Is true as steel: leave you your… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My rage is gone, And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up. Help, three o' th' chiefest soldiers; I'll be one.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul that, struggling to be free, art more engaged! Help, angels! Make… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Give them great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will eat like wolves and fight like devils. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Bow, stubborn knees, and, heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe. All many be well. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
As true as steel, as plantage to the moon, As sun to day, at turtle to her mate, As iron to adamant,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O God of battles! steel my soldiers’ hearts. Possess them not with fear. — 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
