By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You taught me language, and my profit on't / Is, I know how to curse — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And asleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me must be… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is none of my uncle's marks upon you; he taught me how to know a man in love; in which cage… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ruin has taught me to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I see, sir, you are liberal in offers. You taught me first to beg, and now methinks You teach me how a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But indeed an old religious uncle of mine taught me to speak, who was in his youth an inland man; one that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return to plague the inventor. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, but they say, the tongues of dying men enforce attention, like deep harmony: where words are scarce, they are seldom spent… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers I… — 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
