Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat; Of habits devil, is angel yet… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Virtue preserv'd from fell destruction's blast, Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy at last. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil. Are empty trunks o'erflourished by the devil. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If our virtues did not go forth of us, it were all alike as if we had them not. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is held that valor is the chiefest virtue, and most dignifies the haver. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“You should not have believ'd me, for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it. I lov'd… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving, — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
'Tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow; But no man's virtue nor sufficiency… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, And say there is no sin but to be rich; And being rich,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“In nature there's no blemish but the mind; None can be called deformed but the unkind: Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
'Tis not to make me jealous To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For it falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lacked and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars That make ambition virtue! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Withal I did infer your lineaments, Being the right idea of your father, Both in your form and nobleness of mind; Laid… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the lie? I will name you the degrees. The first, the Retort Courteous;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue: His faults lie open to the laws; let them, Not you, correct him. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most lov'd, despis'd! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My heart laments that virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of emulation. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
As there comes light from heaven and words from breath, As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ambition, the soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, than gain which darkens him. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So will I turn her virtue into pitch, And out of her own goodness make the net That shall enmesh them all. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But virtue never will be mov'd, Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Vice repeated is like the wandering wind, blows dust in others' eyes to spread itself. — 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
