A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see the waters swell before a boisterous storm. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Kent. Where's the king? Gent. Contending with the fretful elements; Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, Or swell the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ships are but boards, sailors but men; there be land-rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves, I mean pirates, and thenthere is the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My story starts at sea, a perilous voyage to an unknown land. A shipwreck. The wild waters roar and heave. The brave… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How much salt water thrown away in waste/ To season love, that of it doth not taste. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He's of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger.... he is pure air and fire; and the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Lords, knights and gentlemen, what I should say My tears gainsay; for every word I speak, Ye see I drink the water… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Cease thy counsel, for thy words fall into my ears as priceless as water into a seive. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears: But yet It is our trick; nature her… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But when I came, alas, to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A substitute shines brightly as a king Until a king be by, and then his state Empties itself, as dot an inland… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Some report a sea-maid spawn'd him; some that he was begot between two stock-fishes. But it is certain that when he makes… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men; As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are 'clept All… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I pray thee cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless as water in a sieve. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If thou couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Too much of water hast thou poor Ophelia, and therefore I forbid my tears. But yet it is our trick, let shame… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burnt on the water. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As mans ingratitude Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,… — 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
