William Shakespeare

Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass, that I may see my shadow as I pass.

William Shakespeare

Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; come like shadows, so depart.

William Shakespeare

Silence is the perfectest herault of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.

William Shakespeare

Silence that dreadful bell! it frights the isle from her propriety.

William Shakespeare

Simply the thing that I am shall make me live.

William Shakespeare

Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne’er be younger.

William Shakespeare

Small things make base men proud.

William Shakespeare

Small to greater matters must give way.

William Shakespeare

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.

William Shakespeare

So distribution should undo excess, and each man have enough.

William Shakespeare