Beauty's a doubtful good, a glass, a flower, Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour; And beauty, blemish'd once, for ever's lost,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full sacrifice, He offers in another's enterprise; But more in Troilus thousand-fold I see Than in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is not vain glory for a man and his glass to confer in his own chamber. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He that is proud eats up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And since you know you cannot see yourself, so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself, that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It may do good; pride hath no other glass To show itself but pride, for supple knees Feed arrogance and are the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If he be so resolved, I can o'ersway him; for he loves to hear That unicorns may be betrayed with trees And… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother: I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; a flower that dies when it begins to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Get thee glass eyes, and like a scurvy politician, seem to see the things thou dost not. — 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
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
