Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil. Are empty trunks o'erflourished by the devil. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate, And bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst; But Kate, the prettiest… — 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
Ay; beauty's princely majesty is such, Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since everyone hath every one, one… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast, yet love breaks through and picks them all at last. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“His beauty shall in these black lines be seen, and they shall live, and he in them still green.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Look on beauty, And you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight, Which therein works a miracle in nature, Making them lightest… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy? Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend, And being frank… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How much more doth beauty beauteous seem by that sweet ornament which truth doth give! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Look on beauty, and you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight; which therein works a miracle in Nature, making them lightest… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of beauty is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Beauty itself doth of itself persuade The eyes of men without orator.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Then let not winter's ragged hand deface, In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd: Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O Prosperina, For the flowers now that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's wagon; daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; a flower that dies when it begins to… — 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
“Make thee another self for love of me, That beauty still may live in thine or thee” — 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
