How much salt water thrown away in waste/ To season love, that of it doth not taste. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Oppose not rage while rage is in its force, but give it way a while and let it waste. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Can it be That modesty may more betray our sense Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough, Shall we desire to raze… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Keep time! How sour sweet music is when time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There should be hours for necessities, not for delights; times to repair our nature with comforting repose, and not for us to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My liege, and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night night, and time is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be advised; Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself: we may outrun, By violent swiftness,… — 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
