Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Watch tonight, pray tomorrow. Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellowship come to you! — 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
From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fixed sentinels almost… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son, it argues a distemper'd head So soon to bid good morrow to thy… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs the world away — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The iron tongue of Midnight hath told twelve lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. I fear we shall outstep the coming… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O no, thy love though much, is not so great, It is my love that keeps mine eye awake, Mine own true… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A woman that is like a German clock, Still a-repairing, ever out of frame, And never going aright, being a watch, But… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel… — 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
