Beauty's a doubtful good, a glass, a flower, Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour; And beauty, blemish'd once, for ever's lost,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“For as you were when first yout eye I eyed,such seems your beauty still” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud; but, God He knows, thy share thereof is small. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“For thee I'll lock up all the gates of love And on my eyelids shall conjecture hang, To turn all beauty into… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; A shining gloss that vadeth suddenly; A flower that dies when first it 'gins… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Oh, how this spring of love resembleth, The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all beauty of the Sun,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
As full of spirit as the month of May, and as gorgeous as the sun in Midsummer. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“What is thy body but a swallowing grave, Seeming to bury that posterity Which, by the rights of time, thou needs must… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Show me a mistress that is passing fair, what doth her beauty serve but as a note where I may read who… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My comfort is, that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire, The chariest maid is prodigal… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Well, well! Why, have you any discretion? Have you any eyes? Do you know what a man is? Is not birth, beauty,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fair To be death’s conquest and make worms thine heir.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O my love, my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on. — 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
