In thee thy mother dies, our household's name, My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If thou art rich, thou art poor; for, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, thou bearest thy heavy riches but… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Assure thee, if I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it to the last article." --Othello, Act III, Scene iii — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If thou couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate, And bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst; But Kate, the prettiest… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most lov'd, despis'd! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now the fair goddess, Fortune, Fall deep in love with thee, and her great charms Misguide thy opposers' swords! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish her election, Sh'ath sealed thee for herself. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And do so, love, yet when they have devised What strainèd touches rhetoric can lend, Thou, truly fair, wert truly sympathized In… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My love is thine to teach; teach it but how, And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn. Any hard… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fight valiantly to-day; and yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, for thou art framed of the firm truth… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the tailor make thy garments of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is opal. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Hast any philosophy in thee shepherd? .• • • • . . . He that wants money, means and content, is without… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Flesh and blood, You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, Expell'd remorse and nature, who, with Sebastian- Whose inward pinches therefore are most… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward! Thou little valiant, great in villainy! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! Thou Fortune's champion,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long / To speak of that which gives thee all thy might? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Nay, do not think I flatter. For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no revenue hast but thy good spirits… — 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