Though men can cover crimes with bold, stern looks, poor women's faces are their own faults' books. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A rarer spirit never Did steer humanity; but you gods will give us Some faults to make us men. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults, looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
His worst fault is, he's given to prayer; he is something peevish that way. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Our rash faults Make trivial price of serious thing we have, Not knowing them until we know their grave. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue: His faults lie open to the laws; let them, Not you, correct him. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I will chide no breather in the world but myself, against whom I know most faults. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive us all! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from brakes of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Mine eyes Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, That thought her… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Every man has a bag hanging before him, in which he puts his neighbour's faults, and another behind him in which he… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lies in sweetest bud.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse, As patches set upon a little breach,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If little faults proceeding on distemper Shall not be winked at, how shall we stretch our eye When capital crimes, chewed, swallowed,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Titus Andronicus, my lord the Emperor Sends thee this word, that, if thou love thy sons, Let Marcus, Lucius, or thyself, old… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, And so doth yours: your fault was not your folly; Needs must you lay… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own, - Which is most faint: now, 'tis true, I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own, Which is most faint: now, 'tis true, Or sent… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little… — 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
“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
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
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“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
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.' And yet, I warrant, it had upon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
