And will 'a not come again? And will 'a not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death bed:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end; Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“What art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee Benvolio, look upon thy death.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more. — 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
