The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Do you know me, my lord?' Excellent well. You are a fishmonger. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If you love an addle egg as well as you love an idle head, you would eat chickens i' th' shell. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Well, while I live I'll fear no other thing So sore as keeping safe Nerissa's ring. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Well, God's above all; and there be souls must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth But that our soft conditions and our hearts Should well agree with our… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And in some perfumes there is more delight than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Bow, stubborn knees, and, heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe. All many be well. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
As in a theatre, the eyes of men, after a well-graced actor leaves the stage, are idly bent on him that enters… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I love a ballad but even too well if it be doleful matter merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well; another virtuous, yet I am well; but… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou ow'st the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck, And yet methinks I have astronomy. But not to tell of good or… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called thee? BEATRICE Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. BENEDICK O, stay but… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I'll privily away; I love the people, But do not like to stage me to their eyes; Though it do well, I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I do repent; but heaven hath pleas'd it so To punish me with this, and this with me, That I must be… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Romeo: Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mercutio: No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This fellow is wise enough to play the fool; And to do that well craves a kind of wit: He must observe… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
King Henry: But what a point, my lord, your falcon made, And what a pitch she flew above the rest! To see… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No visor does become black villainy so well as soft and tender flattery. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If the boy have not a woman's gift To rain a shower of commanded tears, An onion will do well for such… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, And say there is no sin but to be rich; And being rich,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou know'st to my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
'Tis not to make me jealous To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Danger knows full well that Caesar is more dangerous than he. We are two lions litter’d in one day, and I the… — 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