Why, universal plodding poisons up The nimble spirits in the arteries, As motion and long-during action tires The sinewy vigor of the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The sweat of industry would dry and die, But for the end it works to. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If all the year were playing holidays; To sport would be as tedious as to work. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Work on, My medicine, work! Thus credulous fools are caught;” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger I recover them. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“What infinite heart's-ease Must kings neglect, that private men enjoy! And what have kings, that privates have not too, Save ceremony, save… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I cannot draw a cart, nor eat dried oats; If it be man's work, I'll do't. — 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