Sound trumpets! Let our bloody colours wave! And either victory, or else a grave. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Withal I did infer your lineaments, Being the right idea of your father, Both in your form and nobleness of mind; Laid… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
These sudden joys have sudden endings. They burn up in victory like fire and gunpowder. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Then with the losers let it sympathize, For nothing can seem foul to those that win. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“This tune goes manly. Come, go we to the King. Our power is ready; Our lack is nothing but our leave. Macbeth… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Experience teacheth us That resolution 's a sole help at need: And this, my lord, our honour teacheth us, That we be… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now the time is come, That France must veil her lofty-plumed crest, And let her head fall into England's lap. — 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
