I think the King is but a man as I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How strange or odd some'er I bear myself, As I perchance hereafter shall think meet To put an antic disposition on. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There are three people in yourself:Who people think you are, Who you think you are, and who you really are. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For such things as you, I can scarce think there's any, ye're so slight. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I pray you bear me henceforth from the noise and rumour of the field, where I may think the remnant of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks his tongue… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is nothing so confining as the prisons of our own perceptions. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O you beast! I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron, That you shall think the devil is come from hell. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I love him for his sake; And yet I know him a notorious liar, Think him a great way fool, solely a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let us, like merchants, show our foulest wares, And think perchance they'll sell; if not, The lustre of the better yet to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Since I do purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it; and therefore… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Every subject's duty is the King's; but every subject's soul is his own. Therefore, should every soldier in the wars do as… — 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
It easeth some, though none it ever cured, to think their dolour others have endured. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, To share with me in glory any more: Two stars keep not… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the toothache; but a man that were to sleep your sleep, and a hangman to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She dreams of him that has forgot her love; You dote on her that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity love… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To die, is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her, Is self from self: a deadly banishment!… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended; and I think The nightingale, if she should sing… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent; of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage; and,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man Still to remember wrongs? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man: today he puts forth The tender leaves of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
As I hope For quiet days, fair issue, and long life, With such love as 'tis now, the murkiest den, The most… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Flout 'em, and scout 'em; and scout 'em, and flout 'em; / Thought is free. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have no other but a woman's reason: I think him so, because I think him so. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If the skin were parchment and the blows you gave were ink, Your own handwriting would tell you what I think. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And yet by heaven I think my love as rare / as any that she belie with false compare Sonnett CXXX, ll, 13-14 — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I and my bosom must debate awhile, and then I would no other company. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips, Who, even in pure… — 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