Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; There with fantastic garlands did… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For now I stand as one upon a rock environed with a wilderness of sea, who marks the waxing tide grow wave… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Look, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east! Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill… — 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
