Then know, that I have little wealth to lose. A man I am, crossed with adversity; My riches are these poor habiliments,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No, no, I am but shadow of myself: You are deceived, my substance is not here; — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
By the apostle Paul, shadows tonight Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, brags of his substance: they are but beggars who can count their worth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, Brags of his substance, not of ornament: They are but beggars that can count… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Dreams, indeed, are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. And I hold ambition… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as… — 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
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
