Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Eternity was in our lips and eyes, Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor But was a race of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
As a walled town is more worthier than a village, so is the forehead of a married man more honorable than the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In religion, What damned error but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; At whose approach ghosts wandring here and there… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Milk-livered man, That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs; Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning Thine… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire. Threaten the threat'ner, and outface the brow Of bragging horror. So shall inferior… — 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
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
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
