Conscience is but a word that cowards use, devised at first to keep the strong in awe — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste death but once. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is slicked o'er with the pale cast… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Cowards die many time before their death... the valiant never tastes of death but once...- Julius Caesar — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How many cowards whose hearts are all as false As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins The beards of Hercules… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Plenty and peace breed cowards; hardness ever of hardiness is mother. — 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
