A sad tale's best for winter. I have one of sprites and goblins. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; for in my youth I never did apply hot and rebellious liquors… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain, But Lust's effect is tempest after sun; Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain, Lust's winter… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Poor and content, is rich and rich enough; But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter, To him that ever fears he… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How like a winter hath my absence been. From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
... the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Crabbed age and youth cannot live together; Youth is full of pleasure, age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, age… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“You and you are sure together, As the winter to foul weather.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In winter's tedious nights sit by the fire With good old folks, and let them tell thee tales Of woeful ages, long… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Blow, blow thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Cold indeed, and labor lost: Then farewell heat, and welcome frost! — 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
Did he so often lodge in open field, In winter's cold and summer's parching heat, To conquer France, his true inheritance? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green corn Hath rotted ere his… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me And tune his merry note, Unto the sweet bird's throat; Come hither,… — 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
