William Shakespeare

But shall we wear these glories for a day? Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?

William Shakespeare

But thy eternal summer shall not fade.

William Shakespeare

But to my mind, though I am native here and to the manner born, it is a custom more honoured in the breach than the observance.

William Shakespeare

But yet I’ll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live.

William Shakespeare

But, look, the morn in russet mantle clad, Walks o’er the dew of yon high eastern hill.

William Shakespeare

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

William Shakespeare

By heaven methinks it were an easy leap to pluck bright honor from the pale-fac’d moon, or dive into the bottom of the deep, where fathom-line could never touch the ground, and pluck up drowned honor by the locks.

William Shakespeare

By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.

William Shakespeare

By that sin fell the angels.

William Shakespeare

By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, whoever knocks!

William Shakespeare