How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You undergo too strict a paradox, Striving to make an ugly deed look fair. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Gloucester, we have done deeds of charity, made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, between these swelling wrong-incensed peers. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds, Which shackles accidents and bolts up change. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
People’s good deeds we write in water. The evil deeds are etched in brass. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd, Quoted, and sign'd, to do a deed of shame. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The summer's flow'r is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die' But if that flow'r with base… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown; But where there is true friendship, there… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by fortune's dearest… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Well could he ride, and often men would say, "That horse his mettle from his rider takes: Proud of subjection, noble by… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Promising is the very air o' th' time; it opens the eyes of expectation. Performance is ever duller for his act; and,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He reads much; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, As… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is this the generation of love? Hot blood, hot thoughts and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers. Is love a generation of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Hot blood begets hot thoughts, And hot thoughts beget Hot deeds, And hot deeds is love. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What, gone without a word? Ay, so true love should do; it cannot speak, For truth hath better deeds than words to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Cry "havoc!" and let loose the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We do pray for mercy, and that same prayer doth teach us all to render the deeds of mercy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
One good deed dying tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very soul. — William Shakespeare 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
“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
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
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“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
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.' And yet, I warrant, it had upon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
