Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil. Are empty trunks o'erflourished by the devil. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To bed, to bed; sleep kill those pretty eyes, And give as soft attachment to thy senses, As infants empty of all… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
ROMEO to BALTHASAR But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thus weary of the world, away she hies, And yokes her silver doves; by whose swift aid Their mistress mounted through the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I do not know What kind of my obedience I should tender. More than my all is nothing; nor my prayers Are… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I fill up a place, which may be better... when I have made it empty. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart: but the saying is true 'The empty vessel… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My falcon now is sharp and passing empty, and till she stoop she must not be full-gorged, for then she never looks… — 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
