Tongues I'll hang on every tree That shall civil sayings show. . . . — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tush! Fear not, my lord, we will not stand to prate; Talkers are no good doers: be assured We come to use… — 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
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate. There is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a… — 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
“And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good… — 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
