You undergo too strict a paradox, Striving to make an ugly deed look fair. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Who is Silvia What is she, That all our swains commend her Holy, fair, and wise is she. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I will go wash; And when my face is fair, you shall perceive Whether I blush or no. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Rest you fair, good signior; Your worship was the last man in our mouths. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To this urn let those repair That are either true or fair; For these dead birds sigh a prayer. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
On a day - alack the day! - Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot? Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Come, go with us, speak fair; you may salve so, Not what is dangerous present, but the los Of what is past. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Before thee stands this fair Hesperides, With golden fruit, but dangerous to be touched; For death-like dragons here affright thee hard. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Gloucester, we have done deeds of charity, made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, between these swelling wrong-incensed peers. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now the fair goddess, Fortune, Fall deep in love with thee, and her great charms Misguide thy opposers' swords! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Will Fortune never come with both hands full, But write her fair words still in foulest terms? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty; Calls virtue hypocrite; takes off the rose From the fair forehead… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Faith, stay here this night; they will surely do us no harm; you saw they speak us fair, give us gold; methinks… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair, Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You'd be so lean, that blast of January Would blow you through and through. Now, my fair'st friend, I would I had… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
"Fair, kind, and true" is all my argument, "Fair, kind, and true" varying to other words; And in this change is my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Lay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Withal I did infer your lineaments, Being the right idea of your father, Both in your form and nobleness of mind; Laid… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord, That would reduce these bloody days again And make poor England weep in streams of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Even so; an't please your worship, Brakenbury, You may partake of any thing we say: We speak no treason, man; we say… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If you did wed my sister for her wealth, Then for her wealth's sake use her with more kindness; Or, if you… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally, I would… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I prithee gentle friend, Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passions, sway In this uncivil and unjust extent Against thy peace. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She says I am not fair, that I lack manners; She calls me proud, and that she could not love me, Were… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I once did hold it, as our statists do, A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much How to forget that learning;… — 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