Think you a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Sound trumpets! Let our bloody colours wave! And either victory, or else a grave. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He that is proud eats up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Therefore it is most expedient for the wise, if Don Worm (his conscience) find no impediment to the contrary, to be the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The southern wind Doth play the trumpet to his purposes; And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves, Foretells a tempest and… — 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
