Quote by William Shakespeare Download Open image ““Watch out he's winding the watch of his wit, by and by it will strike.”” — William Shakespeare ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.1 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“So plunge that fact into your conscience and allow it to rotate for a while. Until it hurts.” — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
“Wait for his time and watch every little things fall gently into their places.” — Hanley Watimar Copy Share Image
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“from him we come into him we go in between, we see what he decides to show.” — Alok Mishra 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
