Which can say more than this rich praise, that you alone are you? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How many things by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O heresy in fair, fit for these days, A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“How many things by season season'd are, To their right praise and true perfection!” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in the praise… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say; For 'get you gone,' she doth not mean 'away.' Flatter and praise, commend, extol their… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full sacrifice, He offers in another's enterprise; But more in Troilus thousand-fold I see Than in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He that is proud eats up himself; pride in his glass, his trumpet, his chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Oh, thou did'st then ne'er love so heartily. If thou rememb'rest not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let still woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart, For,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, audacious… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why, i' faith, methinks she's too low for a high praise, too brown for a fair praise and too little for a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon! Ah, when the means are gone that buy this praise, The breath is gone whereof this… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended; and I think The nightingale, if she should sing… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affection, audacious… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He was too good to be Where ill men were, and was the best of all Amongst the rar'st of good ones-… — 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
Marry, sir, they praise me and make an ass of me. Now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass; so… — 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
