“Murder most foul, as in the best it is. But this most foul, strange and unnatural.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
As love is full of unbefitting strains, All wanton as a child, skipping and vain, Form'd by the eye and therefore, like… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last, And careful hours with Time's deformed hand Have written strange defeatures in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Last scene of all that ends this strange, eventful history, is second childishness and mere oblivion. I am sans teeth, sans eyes,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I stalk about her door like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for wattage. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is it not strange, that sheep's guts should hale souls out of men's bodies! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
With these shreds They vented their complainings, which being answered And a petition granted them, a strange one, To break the heart… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most loved, despised! Thee and thy virtues here I seize… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Brutus, I do observe you now of late: I have not from your eyes that gentleness And show of love as I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How strange or odd some'er I bear myself, As I perchance hereafter shall think meet To put an antic disposition on. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, audacious… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is it not strange that sheep's guts could hail souls out of men's bodies? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We that are true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I stalk about her door, like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for waftage. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since everyone hath every one, one… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange That even our loves should with our fortunes change, For 'tis a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The art of our necessities is strange That can make vile things precious. — 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
