When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace fromday to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service,… — 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
My dear, dear Lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation; that away Men are but gilded loan or painted… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This is no time to lend money, especially upon bare friendship without security. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Minutes, hours, days, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tidings do I bring, and lucky joys, And golden times, and happy news of price — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“If thou wert my fool, nuncle, I’ld have thee beaten for being old before thy time. LEAR. How’s that? FOOL. Thou shouldst… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire. Threaten the threat'ner, and outface the brow Of bragging horror. So shall inferior… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The purest treasure mortal times afford, is spotless reputation; that away, men are but gilded loam or painted clay. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Not marble nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme, But you shall shine more bright in these contents… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Injurious Hermia! most ungrateful maid! Have you conspired, have you with the contrived To bait me with this foul derision? Is all… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fate is the one that shuffles the cards, but we are the ones who play. So the future of a man is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A time, methinks, too short To make a world-without-end bargain in. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That god forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand… — 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
