If't be summer news, Smile to't before; if winterly, thou need'st But keep that count'nance still. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My charity is outrage, life my shame; And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So many miseries have craz'd my voice, That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Our wills and fates do so contrary run, That our devices still are overthrown; Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Will Fortune never come with both hands full, But write her fair words still in foulest terms? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation Limps after in base imitation — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Faith, stay here this night; they will surely do us no harm; you saw they speak us fair, give us gold; methinks… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So now I have confessed that he is thine, And I my self am mortgaged to thy will, My self I'll forfeit,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Rumour is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures And of so easy and so plain a stop That the blunt monster… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thus can the demigod Authority Make us pay down for our offense by weight The words of heaven; on whom it will,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I was too young that time to value her, But now I know her. If she be a traitor, Why, so am… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Still it cried ‘Sleep no more!’ to all the house: ‘Glamis hath murder’d sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more,—Macbeth shall… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Milk-livered man, That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs; Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning Thine… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If I for my opinion bleed, opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt, and keep me on the side where still I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Oh, injurious love, that respites me a life, whose very comfort is still a dying horror — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see pathways to his will! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Yield not thy neck To fortunes yoke, but let thy dauntless mind Still ride in triumph over all mischance. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand; therefore, if tou art mov'd, thou runst away. (To be… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business, Hath raised me from my bed; nor doth the general care Take hold… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She marking them begins a wailing note And sings extemporally a woeful ditty How love makes young men thrall and old men… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O gentlemen, the time of life is short! To spend that shortness basely were too long, If life did ride upon a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy, To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions? No; to be… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be still prepared for death: and death or life shall thereby be the sweeter. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have lov'd her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful — 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
