But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Better conquest never canst thou make than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts against giddy, loose suggestions. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love. Therefore all hearts in love use their… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Free from gross passion or of mirth of anger constant spirit, not swerving with the blood, garnish'd and deck'd in modest compliment,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If ever thou shalt love, In the sweet pangs of it remember me; For such as I am all true lovers are,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have nothing Of woman in me; now from head to foot I am marble-constant. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Constant you are, But yet a woman; and for secrecy, No lady closer; for I well believe Thou wilt not utter what… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever,- One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Bring me a constant woman to her husband, One that ne'er dream'd a joy beyond his pleasure, And to that woman, when… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not… — 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
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
