Faces Quotes by William Shakespeare

They lie deadly that tell you have good faces.

— William Shakespeare

The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.

— William Shakespeare

All men's faces are true, whatsome'er their hands are.

— William Shakespeare

Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life.

— William Shakespeare

A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.

— William Shakespeare

Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, a face without a heart?

— William Shakespeare

Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn.

— William Shakespeare

Out, you tallow-face! You baggage!

— William Shakespeare

Scratching could not make it worse, an't were such a face as yours were.

— William Shakespeare

O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple.

— William Shakespeare

I must to the barber's, monsieur, for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face.

— William Shakespeare

I will go wash; And when my face is fair, you shall perceive Whether I blush or no.

— William Shakespeare

Right joyous are we to behold your face, Most worthy brother England; fairly met!

— William Shakespeare

Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?

— William Shakespeare

I had rather chop this hand off at a blow, And with the other fling it at thy face.

— William Shakespeare

Don't judge a man's conscience by looking at his face cause he may have a bad heart.

— William Shakespeare

Why, I can smile and murder whiles I smile, And cry 'content' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks…

— William Shakespeare

I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another: you jig,…

— William Shakespeare

O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last, And careful hours with Time's deformed hand Have written strange defeatures in…

— William Shakespeare

Slanders, sir, for the satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards, that their faces are wrinkled, their eyes purging…

— William Shakespeare

Bulldogs are adorable, with faces like toads that have been sat on. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind; So…

— William Shakespeare

Though now this grained face of mine be hid In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow, And all the conduits of my blood froze…

— William Shakespeare

When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welkin…

— William Shakespeare

Thou hast her, France; let her be thine, for we Have no such daughter, nor shall ever see That face of hers…

— William Shakespeare

A good leg will fall, a straight back will stoop, a black beard will turn white, a curled pate will grow bald,…

— William Shakespeare

If there were reason for these miseries, then into limits could I bind my woes. If the winds rages, doth not the…

— William Shakespeare

From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fixed sentinels almost…

— William Shakespeare

A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a black beard will turn white; a curl'd pate will grow bald;…

— William Shakespeare

When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welkin…

— William Shakespeare

Scratching could not make it worse. . . such a face as yours.

— William Shakespeare

[Thine] face is not worth sunburning.

— William Shakespeare

“Make our faces vizards to our hearts, disguising what they are.”

— William Shakespeare

In thy face I see the map of honour, truth and loyalty.

— William Shakespeare

Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse.

— William Shakespeare

Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters.

— William Shakespeare

I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see Before me at this instant.

— William Shakespeare

What soilders whey-face? The English for so please you. Take thy face hence.

— William Shakespeare

So loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven, Visit her face' too roughly.

— William Shakespeare

Have I thought long to see this morning’s face, And doth it give me such a sight as this?

— William Shakespeare

Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen.

— William Shakespeare