'By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible true, that thou art beauteous truth itself, that thou art lovely. More fairer… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain: Lest sorrow lend me words and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Yet, for I know thou art religious And hast a thing within thee called conscience, With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies Which… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Shall I compare thee to a summer day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate... When in eternal lines to time thou… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou know'st to my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“When forty winters shall besiege thy brow And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field, Thy youth’s proud livery, so gaz’d on… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Prince, thou art sad. Get thee a wife, get thee a wife. There is no staff more reverend than one tipped with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him; The evil that men do lives… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits?" Malvolio: "Fool, there was never a man so notoriously abused. I am as… — 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
“O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the hearts of desperate men!” — 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
“Who are you? Tell me for more certainty. Albeit, I'll swear that I do know your tongue. Lorenzo: Lorenzo, and thy love.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Dost think because thou art virtuous there shall be no more cakes and ale?" (Twelfth Night)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Truly thou art damned, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Thou liest in reputation sick: and thou, too careless patient as thou art, commit'st thy anointed to the cure of those physicians… — 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
