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England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune.
William Shakespeare
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I pardon him, as God shall pardon me.
William Shakespeare
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God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine your hearts into one.
William Shakespeare
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My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.
William Shakespeare
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No man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger.
William Shakespeare
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A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.
William Shakespeare
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The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it.
William Shakespeare
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I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.
William Shakespeare
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Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.
William Shakespeare
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wert thou as far As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.
William Shakespeare
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One sin, I know, another doth provoke. Murder's as near to lust as flame to smoke.
William Shakespeare
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'Tis not to make me jealous To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous.
William Shakespeare
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Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
William Shakespeare
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QUINCE Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. FLUTE Here, Peter Quince. QUINCE Flute, you must take Thisby on you. FLUTE What is Thisby? a wandering knight? QUINCE It is the lady that Pyramus must love. FLUTE Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard coming.
William Shakespeare
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Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!
William Shakespeare
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Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety.
William Shakespeare
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A maiden hath no tongue--but thought.
William Shakespeare
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I'll note you in my book of memory.
William Shakespeare
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Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter!
William Shakespeare
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For a noble heart, the most precious gift becomes poor, when the giver stops loving.
William Shakespeare
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Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of Our human generation you shall find.
William Shakespeare
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I will despair, and be at enmity With cozening hope.
William Shakespeare
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This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.
William Shakespeare
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An envious fever of pale and bloodless emulation.
William Shakespeare
