Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own, - Which is most faint: now, 'tis true, I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If yon bethink yourself of any crime Unreconcil'd as yet to heaven and grace, Solicit for it straight. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own, Which is most faint: now, 'tis true, Or sent… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If little faults proceeding on distemper Shall not be winked at, how shall we stretch our eye When capital crimes, chewed, swallowed,… — 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
Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This thing of darkness I acknowlege mine. There is nothing more confining than the prison we don't know we are in. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The king-becoming graces, As justice, verity, temp'rance, stableness, Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, I have no relish of them,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world; And, for because the world is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am thy father's spirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night And, for the day, confin'd to fast in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes Unwhipped of justice. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma or a hideous dream. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Though men can cover crimes with bold, stern looks, poor women's faces are their own faults' books. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, him not know t, and he's not robbed at all. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free. — 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
