What Time hath scanted men in hair, he hath given them in wit. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I must to the barber's, monsieur, for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Minutes, hours, days, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have almost forgotten the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have cool’d to hear a night-shriek; and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Prophet may you be! If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, when time is old and hath forgot itself,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair: The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Look on beauty, and you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight; which therein works a miracle in Nature, making them lightest… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Kent. Where's the king? Gent. Contending with the fretful elements; Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, Or swell the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes like… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain;… — 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
