What valor were it, when a cur doth grin, for one to thrust his hand between his teeth, when he might spurn… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What our contempts do often hurl from us, We wish it ours again. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“What our contempt often hurls from us, We wish it our again; the present pleasure, By revolution lowering, does become The opposite… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married 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
