The purest treasure mortal times can afford is a spotless reputation. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You told a lie, an odious damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is a kind of character in thy life, That to the observer doth thy history, fully unfold. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Such is my love, to thee I so belong, That for thy right myself will bear all wrong. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, Drink off this potion! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Twas never merry world Since lowly feigning was called compliment. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am not of that feather, to shake off my friend when he must need me — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Slander lives upon succession, For ever housed where it gets possession. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn but I shall have my pocket picked? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No place indeed should murder sanctuarize; Revenge should have no bounds. — 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