Fortune, good night; smile once more, turn thy wheel.
By Shakespeare
Give me a staff of honor for mine age, But not a sceptre to control the world.
By Shakespeare
Give me my robe, put on my crown, I have Immortal longings in me.
By Shakespeare
Give me your blessing; truth will come to light; murder cannot be hid long; a man's son may, but in the end truth will out.
By Shakespeare
Gloucester. Nor further, sir, a man may rot even here. Edgar. What, in ill thoughts again? Men must endure...
By Shakespeare
God knows, my son, By what by-paths and indirect crooked ways I met this crown.
By Shakespeare
God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine your hearts in one.
By Shakespeare
Gold? Yellow, glittering, precious gold? ......
By Shakespeare
Fast bind, fast find, A proverb never stale in thrifty mind.
By Shakespeare
Fear no more the frown o' th' great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;...
By Shakespeare
Fear no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages;...
By Shakespeare
Fie, 'tis a fault to heaven, A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,...
By Shakespeare
For let our finger ache, and it endues Our other healthful members even to a sense Of pain.
By Shakespeare
For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently,...
By Shakespeare
For through the painter must you see his skill, To find where your true image pictured lies,...
By Shakespeare
For what is wedlock forcèd, but a hell, An age of discord and continual strife?...
By Shakespeare
Freedom, high-day! high-day, freedom! freedom, high-day, freedom!
By Shakespeare
Full fathom five thy father lies, Of his bones are coral made;...
By Shakespeare
Everyone can master a grief but he that has it.
By Shakespeare
Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your last embrace, and lips, O you...
By Shakespeare
Falstaff. What wind blew you hither, Pistol? Pistol. Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.
By Shakespeare
Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun, it shines everywhere.
By Shakespeare
For conspiracy, I know not how it tastes, though it be dished For me to try how.
By Shakespeare
For every man that Bolingbroke hath pressed To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown,...
By Shakespeare
For God doth know, and you may partly see, How far I am from the desire of this.
By Shakespeare
For her own person, It beggared all description: she did lie...
By Shakespeare
Don Pedro. She cannot endure to hear tell of a husband. Leonato. O, by no means; she mocks all her wooers out of suit.
By Shakespeare
Don Pedro. Will you have me, lady? Beatrice. No, my lord, unless I might have another for working-days: your grace is too costly to wear ...
By Shakespeare
