What's brave, what's noble, let's do it after the Roman fashion. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Old fashions please me best; I am not so nice To change true rules for odd inventions. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation Limps after in base imitation — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let me, if not by birth, have lands by wit; All with me's meet that I can fashion fit. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Perseverance... keeps honor bright: to have done, is to hang quite out of fashion, like a rusty nail in monumental mockery. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous (Nay, let em be unmanly), yet are followed. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I must to the barber's, monsieur, for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I'll be at charges for a looking-glass And entertain a score or two of tailors To study fashions to adorn my body:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I know them, yea, And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple; Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mong'ring boys, That lie, and cog, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain. — 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