“Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A thousand moral paintings I can show That shall demonstrate these quick blows of Fortune's More pregnantly than words. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
As many arrows, loosed several ways, come to one mark...so many a thousand actions, once afoot, end in one purpose. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Frame your mind to mirth and merriment which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
One good deed dying tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To die: - to sleep: No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A man cannot make him laugh; but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine… If I had a thousand sons, the first… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full sacrifice, He offers in another's enterprise; But more in Troilus thousand-fold I see Than in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer The Slings and Arrows… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A hundred thousand welcomes: I could weep, And I could laugh; I am light and heavy: Welcome. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws or ere I'll weep. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A thousand kisses buys my heart from me; And pay them at thy leisure, one by one. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
By the apostle Paul, shadows tonight Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The poor world is almost six thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died in his… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a… — 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
