O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with passion would I shake the world, And rouse from sleep that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounce it to you, trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tongues I'll hang on every tree That shall civil sayings show. . . . — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you-trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you, trippingly on the tongue. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is my soul that calls upon my name; How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears!… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If you did wed my sister for her wealth, Then for her wealth's sake use her with more kindness; Or, if you… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son, it argues a distemper'd head So soon to bid good morrow to thy… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Manhood is melted into courtesies, valor into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones, too. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain: Lest sorrow lend me words and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with passion would I shake the world... — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thus I die. Thus, thus, thus. Now I am dead, Now I am fled, My soul is in the sky. Tongue, lose… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No might nor greatness in mortality Can censure 'scape; back- wounding calumny The whitest virtue strikes. What king so strong Can tie… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, let my books be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast, Who plead for love, and look for… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That we would do We should do when we would, for this 'would' changes, And hath abatements and delays as many As… — 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