Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Slanders, sir, for the satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards, that their faces are wrinkled, their eyes purging… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If I were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. He… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. FLUTE Here, Peter Quince. QUINCE Flute, you must take Thisby on you. FLUTE What is Thisby? a wandering… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You must not think That we are made of stuff so fat and dull That we can let our beard be shook… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A good leg will fall, a straight back will stoop, a black beard will turn white, a curled pate will grow bald,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a black beard will turn white; a curl'd pate will grow bald;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How many cowards whose hearts are all as false As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins The beards of Hercules… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A lean cheek; which you have not: a blue eye, and sunken; which you have not: an unquestionable spirit; which you have… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A lean cheek, - a blue eye, and sunken, - an unquestionable spirit, - a beard neglected:- Then your hose should be… — 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
