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
Good morrow, fair ones; pray you, if you know, Where in the purlieus of this forest stands A sheep-cote fenc'd about with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tongues I'll hang on every tree That shall civil sayings show. . . . — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Then was I as a tree whose boughs did bend with fruit; but in one night, a storm or robbery, call it… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, till famine cling thee.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay. The bay trees in our country are all wither'd. — 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
