“What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O time, thou must untangle this, not I. It is too hard a knot for me t'untie. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Show me someone who doesn't dream about the future and I'll show you someone who doesn't know where they are going — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I that please some, try all, both joy and terror Of good and bad, that makes and unfolds error. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Who can be wise, amazed, temp'rate, and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Promising is the very air o' th' time; it opens the eyes of expectation. Performance is ever duller for his act; and,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“The time approaches That will with due decision make us know What we shall say we have and what we owe. Thoughts… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The fittest time to corrupt a man's wife is when she's fallen out with her husband. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The purest treasure mortal times can afford is a spotless reputation. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This act is an ancient tale new told; And, in the last repeating, troublesome, Being urged at a time unseasonable. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What's more to do, Which would be planted newly with the time, As calling home our exiled friends abroad That fled the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How soar sweet music is, when time is broke, and no proportion kept! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world; now could… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Many strokes, though with a little axe, hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak. — 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
