Faces Quotes by William Shakespeare

A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.

— 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

They lie deadly that tell you have good faces.

— William Shakespeare

The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.

— William Shakespeare

For by his face straight shall you know his heart.

— 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

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

Though men can cover crimes with bold, stern looks, poor women's faces are their own faults' books.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

Thrust your head into the public street, to gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces.

— William Shakespeare

For thou hast given me in this beauteous face A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite…

— William Shakespeare

No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine And made no deeper wounds?

— William Shakespeare

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

— 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

Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time;…

— William Shakespeare

I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; so full of valor that they smote the air, for breathing in their…

— William Shakespeare

Full many a glorious morn I have seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding…

— 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

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

Because I cannot flatter and look fair, Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog, Duck with French nods and apish courtesy,…

— 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

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

— William Shakespeare

Therefore was I created with a stubborn outside, with an aspect of iron, that when I come to woo ladies, I fright…

— William Shakespeare

Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love. That inward beauty and invisible; Or were I deaf, thy outward parts…

— 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

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

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

— William Shakespeare

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey…

— William Shakespeare

Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black and loving…

— 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

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

— William Shakespeare

Knavery's plain face is never seen till used.

— William Shakespeare

It is not night when I do see your face.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face.

— William Shakespeare

[Thine] face is not worth sunburning.

— William Shakespeare

Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn.

— William Shakespeare