So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand! Oh, oh, oh! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A wicked conscience mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if we were villians by compulsion. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I would forget it fain, But oh, it presses to my memory, Like damnèd guilty deeds to sinners' minds.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Though inclination be as sharp as will, My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent, And, like a man to double business bound,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
They whose guilt within their bosom lies, imagine every eye beholds their blame. — 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