“Deep malice makes too deep incision. Forget, forgive, conclude and be agreed.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Though Fortune's malice overthrow my state, My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The pow'r I have on you is to spare you / The malice towards you, to forgive you. Posthumus — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The pow'r that I have on you is to spare you; The malice towards you to forgive you. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Men that make Envy and crooked malice nourishment, Dare bite the best. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My free drift Halts not particularly, but moves itself In a wide sea of wax; no levelled malice Infects one comma in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This we prescribe, though no physician; Deep malice makes too deep incision; Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed; Our doctors say this… — 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
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
