My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My charity is outrage, life my shame; And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage! — 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
“The devil take order! I'll to the throng: Let life be short, else shame will be too long.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Like a dull actor now, I have forgot my part, and I am out, Even to a full disgrace. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
They whose guilt within their bosom lies, imagine every eye beholds their blame. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand! Oh, oh, oh! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O comfort-killing night, image of hell, Dim register and notary of shame, Black stage for tragedies and murders fell, Vast sin-concealing chaos,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For my part, I may speak it to my shame, I have a truant been to chivalry; And so I hear he… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tis a blushing shame-faced spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom. It fills a man full of obstacles. It made me once… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I hold my peace, sir? no; No, I will speak as liberal as the north; Let heaven and men and devils, let… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
All the contagion of the south light on you, You shames of Rome! you herd of--boils and plagues Plaster you o'er; that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; At whose approach ghosts wandring here and there… — 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
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
There's nothing in this world can make me joy: Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Too much of water hast thou poor Ophelia, and therefore I forbid my tears. But yet it is our trick, let shame… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears: But yet It is our trick; nature her… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If you did wed my sister for her wealth, Then for her wealth's sake use her with more kindness; Or, if you… — 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
A true repentance shuns the evil itself, more than the external suffering or the shame. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Shame to him whose cruel striking, kills for thoughts of his own liking.” — 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
