“But thou wouldst not think how ill all's here about my heart;but it is no matter.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor-John.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love me?" Catherine: "I cannot tell." Henry: "Can any of your neighbours… — 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
Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow — 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… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Speak, what trade art thou? Why, sir, a carpenter. Where is thy leather apron and thy rule? What does thou with thy… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou has no name to be known by, let us call thee devil…O God, that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou wouldst be great; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly That wouldst thou… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case? Or will not else thy… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Lay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
. . . yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
ROMEO There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou ow'st the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As mans ingratitude Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Why dost thou use me thus? I know thee not. Kent: Fellow, I know thee. Oswald: What dost thou know me for?… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tam: What begg’st thou then? fond woman, let me go. Lav: ’Tis present death I beg; and one thing more That womanhood… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“How many actions most ridiculous/Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy? CORIN: Into a thousand that I have forgotten. SILVIUS: O,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Thou - why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more or a hair less in his beard than… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“And while thou livest, dear Kate, take a fellow of plain and uncoined constancy; for he perforce must do thee right, because… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Through the forest have I gone. But Athenian found I none, On whose eyes I might approve This flower's force in stirring… — 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