There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“How heavy do I journey on the way, When what I seek, my weary travel's end, Doth teach that ease and that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My story starts at sea, a perilous voyage to an unknown land. A shipwreck. The wild waters roar and heave. The brave… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now no way can I stray; Save back to England, all the world's my way. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“But here must end the story of my life, And happy were I in my timely death Could all my travels warrant… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Honour travels in a strait so narrow Where one but goes abreast. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Journeys end in lovers' meeting; every wise man's son doth know — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Crowns in my purse I have, and goods at home, And so am come abroad to see the world. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“There's a tide in the affairs of men, which taken at the flood, leads onto fortune, omitted, all their voyages end in… — 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
