No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine And made no deeper wounds? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind; So flew'd, so sanded; their heads are hung with ears that sweep away… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For thou hast given me in this beauteous face A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But 'tis common proof, that lowliness is young ambition's ladder, whereto the climber-upward turns his face; but when he once attains the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Though men can cover crimes with bold, stern looks, poor women's faces are their own faults' books. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say; For 'get you gone,' she doth not mean 'away.' Flatter and praise, commend, extol their… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Therefore was I created with a stubborn outside, with an aspect of iron, that when I come to woo ladies, I fright… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is the witness still of excellency to put a strange face on his own perfection. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time;… — 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
