Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our teeples, drowned the cocks!… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Think you a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard… — 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
Love's heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams Driving back shadows over low'ring hills. Therefore do… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welkin… — 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
If there were reason for these miseries, then into limits could I bind my woes. If the winds rages, doth not the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welkin… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
These are the forgeries of jealousy; And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead,… — 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
Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What should we speak of When we are old as you? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December?… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven, Visit her face' too roughly. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Vice repeated is like the wandering wind, blows dust in others' eyes to spread itself. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please, for so fools have. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A great while ago the world begun, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; But that's all one, our play is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Behold the threaden sails, Borne with the invisible and creeping wind, Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea, Breasting the lofty… — 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
