For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
One whom the music of his own vain tongue doth ravish like enchanting harmony. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I cannot, nor I will not hold me still; My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He does me double wrong That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. Now am I dead, Now am I fled; My soul is in the sky: Tongue, lose… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If there be devils, would I were a devil, To live and burn in everlasting fire, So I might have your company… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I do know when the blood burns, how prodigal the soul lends the tongue vows. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity In least speak most, to my capacity. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Give to a gracious message An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell Themselves when they be felt. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thy tongue Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd, Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower, With ravishing division,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Silence is only commendable In a neat's tongue dried, and a maid not vendible. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
They say, the tongues of dying men Enforce attention, like deep harmony; Where words are scarce, they're seldom spent in vain; For… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Discomfort guides my tongue And bids me speak of nothing but despair. — 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
O constancy, be strong upon my side, Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue! I have a man's mind, but… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in the praise… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, but they say, the tongues of dying men enforce attention, like deep harmony: where words are scarce, they are seldom spent… — 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