I am a true laborer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be collected. No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart There's no harm done. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms. — 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
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou hast not half that power to do me harm As I have to be hurt. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Frame your mind to mirth and merriment which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But I remember now I am in this earthly world, where to do harm Is often laudable, to do good sometime Accounted… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Though music oft hath such a charm to make bad good, and good provoke to harm. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To say the truth, so Judas kissed his master And cried, 'All hail!' when as he meant all harm. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good; so find we profit… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian or an ordinary man has; but I am a great eater of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He is a heavy eater of beef. Me thinks it doth harm to his wit. — 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
