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
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
Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe. — 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
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
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
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
Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love. That inward beauty and invisible; Or were I deaf, thy outward parts… — 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
So many miseries have craz'd my voice, That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding. Have I not tarried? Ay, the grinding; but… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, Yet Grace must still… — 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
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
You may my Glories and my State depose, But not my Griefes; still am I King of those. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and… — 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
Day, night, late, early, At home, abroad, alone, in company, Waking or sleeping, still my care hath been To have her match'd;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man Still to remember wrongs? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Friends now fast sworn, Whose double bosoms seems to wear one heart, Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal and exercise Are still… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I cannot, nor I will not hold me still; My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion. — 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
