Ten masts make not the altitude Which thou hast perpendicularly fell. Thy life's a miracle. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love's heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams Driving back shadows over low'ring hills. Therefore do… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Grief hath two tongues; and never woman yet Could rule them both without ten women's wit. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; I love her ten times more than e'er I did: O, how I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the… — 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
The liquid drops of tears that you have shed Shall come again, transform'd to orient pearl, Advantaging their loan with interest Of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Two starving men cannot be twice as hungry as one; but two rascals can be ten times as vicious as one. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is war's prize to take all vantages; And ten to one is no impeach of valor. — 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
