Women are angels, wooing: Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing: That she beloved knows naught, that knows not… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O' What may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel: Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! This was the most unkindest… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fair ladies, masked, are roses in their bud; Dismasked, the damask sweet commixture shown, Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." - — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But most it is presumption in us when the help of heaven we count the act of men. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven,… — 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
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head, as is a winged messenger… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We all are men, in our own natures frail, and capable of our flesh; few are angels. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
God defend me from that Welsh fairy, Lest he transform me to a piece of cheese! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“But virtue, as it never will be moved, Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven, So lust, though to a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Lay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul that, struggling to be free, art more engaged! Help, angels! Make… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Merciful heaven, Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Splits the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle; but man,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, Yet Grace must still… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. ” — 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 Image
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“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 Image
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
