Petruchio: Come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry. Katherine: If I be waspish, best beware my sting. Petruchio: My… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To show an unfelt sorrow is an office Which the false man does easy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Milk-livered man, That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs; Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning Thine… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Through tattered clothes great vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold and the strong lance of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Nature does require her time of preservation, which perforce, I her frail son amongst my brethren mortal, must give my attendance to. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No visor does become black villainy so well as soft and tender flattery. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Macbeth: How does your patient, doctor? Doctor: Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I'll privily away; I love the people, But do not like to stage me to their eyes; Though it do well, I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Patience is sottish, and impatience does become a dog that's mad. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The tempter or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Not she: nor doth she tempt: but it is I That, lying by… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The loyalty, well held to fools, does make Our faith mere folly. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep', the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd… — 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
He does me double wrong That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Macduff: What three things does drink especially provoke? Porter: Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian or an ordinary man has; but I am a great eater of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, it is a chance which does redeem all sorrows that ever I have… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Speak, what trade art thou? Why, sir, a carpenter. Where is thy leather apron and thy rule? What does thou with thy… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of… — 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