“Virtue? A fig! 'Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“So our virtues Lie in the interpretation of the time: And power, unto itself most commendable, Hath not a tomb so evident… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard, and many a time Th' harmony of their tongues hath into bondage… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I had as lief have the foppery of freedom as the morality of imprisonment.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; Take honour from me, and my life is done. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that amends is but patched with virtue. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty; Calls virtue hypocrite; takes off the rose From the fair forehead… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My heart laments that virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of emulation. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am sure, Though you can guess what temperance should be, You know not what it is. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I ha' lost my reputation, I ha' lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is a kind of character in thy life, That to the observer doth thy history, fully unfold. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Therefore it is most expedient for the wise, if Don Worm (his conscience) find no impediment to the contrary, to be the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, Manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season… — 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
Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil. Are empty trunks o'erflourished by the devil. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most lov'd, despis'd! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A thousand moral paintings I can show That shall demonstrate these quick blows of Fortune's More pregnantly than words. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For it falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lacked and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If our virtues did not go forth of us, it were all alike as if we had them not. — 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
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
