To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“A coward dies a thousand times before his death, but the valiant taste of death but once. It seems to me most… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Prophet may you be! If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, when time is old and hath forgot itself,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
. . . from this moment The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. And even now,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“But thoughts the slave of life, and life, Time’s fool, And Time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There should be hours for necessities, not for delights; times to repair our nature with comforting repose, and not for us to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What's past and what's to come is strew'd with husks And formless ruin of oblivion. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The time is out of jointO cursed spite, That ever I was born to set it right! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see Before me at this instant. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For in the fatness of these pursy times Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Well, thus we play the fools with the time, and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time's the king of men; he's both their parent, and he is their grave, and gives them what he will, not what… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O heaven! that one might read the book of fate, and see the revolution of the times. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arm outstretch'd, as he… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Out, damned spot! out, I say! One: two: why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times Thou never shouldst love woman like to me. VIOLA:And all those sayings will… — 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
