Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have a kind soul that would give you thanks. And knows not how to do it but with tears. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How much more doth beauty beauteous seem by that sweet ornament which truth doth give! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long / To speak of that which gives thee all thy might? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time's the king of men; he's both their parent, and he is their grave, and gives them what he will, not what… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Do all men kill the things they do not love …… The quality of mercy is not strain'd It droppeth as the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If you shall marry, You give away this hand, and this is mine; You give away heaven's vows, and those are mine;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in, Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thy ear,… — 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
These earthly godfathers of Heaven's lights, that give a name to every fixed star, have no more profit of their shining nights… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to Earth, from Earth to heaven; and as imagination bodies… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents The armorers accomplishing the knights,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Give them great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will eat like wolves and fight like devils. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The devil shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs--he will give the devil his due. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Give thy thoughts no tongue, nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Oppose not rage while rage is in its force, but give it way a while and let it waste. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures: ‘tis the eye of childhood that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But yet, I say, if imputation and strong circumstances, which lead directly to the door of truth, will give you satisfaction, you… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Give me a bowl of wine. I have not that alacrity of spirit Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I’ll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength… — 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
The very instant I saw you, did My heart fly to your service; there resides To make me slave to it. ...mine… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Shall I compare thee to a summer day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate... When in eternal lines to time thou… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me; Is't not enough… — 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
