In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He's of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger… he is pure air and fire; and the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there's nothing… — 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
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our… — 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
“In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility; but when the blast of war blows in our… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond; And do a willful stillness entertain,… — 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
