Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands, But more when envy breeds unkind division: There comes the ruin, there begins confusion. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My heart laments that virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of emulation. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am a true laborer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No metal can--no, not the hangman's axe--bear half the keenness of thy sharp envy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Men that make Envy and crooked malice nourishment, Dare bite the best. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We make ourselves fools to disport ourselves And spend our flatteries to drink those men Upon whose age we void it up… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This was the noblest Roman of them all. All the conspirators, save only he,Did that they did in envy of Caesar;He only,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This royal throne of kings, this sceptered isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“He made a blushing cital of himself, And chid his truant youth with such a grace As if he mastered there a… — 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
