Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; Take honour from me, and my life is done. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Cucullus non facit monachum; that’s as much to say, as I wear not motley in my brain.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is thyself, mine own self's better part; Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart; My food, my fortune, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Presume not that I am the thing I was; For God doth know, so shall the world perceive, That I have turn'd… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To die, is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her, Is self from self: a deadly banishment!… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fear and niceness, the handmaids of all women, or more truly, woman its pretty self. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Make thee another self for love of me, That beauty still may live in thine or thee” — 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
