Feste. The better for my foes and the worse for my friends. Orsino. Just the contrary: the better for thy friends. Feste.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking. In the meantime, let… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Farewell? a long farewell to all my greatness. This is the state of man; todayhe puts forth The tender leaves of hopes,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Alonzo. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts. I find They are inclined… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approved good masters. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You ever gentle gods, take mybreath from me; Let not my worser spirit tempt me again To die before you please! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Art thou gone too? All comfort go with thee, For none abides with me. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace fromday to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Pray you no more of this, 'tis like the howling of Irish wolves against the moon. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But that a joy past joy calls out on me, It were a grief, so brief to partwith thee. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind; For them the gracious Duncanhave I murdered; Put rancors in the vessel of my… — 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
