Within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Set we forward; let A Roman and a British ensign wave Friendly together. So through Lud's town march, And in the temple… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple. If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin… — 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
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
