A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My story starts at sea, a perilous voyage to an unknown land. A shipwreck. The wild waters roar and heave. The brave… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The wildest hath not such a heart as you. Run when you will, the story shall be changed: Apollo flies, and Daphne… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love's stories written in love's richest books. To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I long To hear the story of your life, which must Take the ear strangely. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I long to hear the story of your life, which must captivate the ear strangely. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground, and tell sad stories of the death of kings... All murdered; for within… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings... — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Her father lov'd me; oft invited me; Still question'd me the story of my life, From year to year, the battles, sieges,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and… — 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