What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, But poisoned flattery? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If it be true that good wine needs no bush, 'tis true that a good play needs no epilogue. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A good sherris-sack hath a twofold operation in it. It ascends me into the brain,... makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“he that drinks all night, and is hanged betimes in the morning, may sleep the sounder all the next day.” — 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
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. And let my liver rather heat with wine, than my heart cool with mortifying… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“If it be true that good wine needs no bush, 'tis true that a good play needs no epilogue; yet to good… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A man cannot make him laugh; but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine… If I had a thousand sons, the first… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Give me a bowl of wine. I have not that alacrity of spirit Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A man cannot make him laugh - but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
While he was drunk asleep, or in his rage, or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Frame your mind to mirth and merriment which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! By this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an you play… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'd a blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things . . . nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou has no name to be known by, let us call thee devil…O God, that… — 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
