If I lose my honor, I lose myself: better I were not yours Than yours so branchless. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Zounds! sir, you are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be like you thought our love would last too long, if it were chain'd together — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Silence is the perfectest herault of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If it be true that good wine needs no bush, 'tis true that a good play needs no epilogue. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If thou remeber'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not lov'd — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If thou couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat; Of habits devil, is angel yet… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not As to thy friends; for when did friendship take A breed for barren… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That is my home of love: if I have ranged, Like him that travels I return again, Just to the time, not… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If ever (as that ever may be near) you meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, then shall you know… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once: how the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours… — 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
The summer's flow'r is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die' But if that flow'r with base… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I knew when seven justices could not take up a quarrel, but when the parties were met themselves, one of them thought… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? ...If you poison us, do we not… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This is some fellow, Who having been prais'd for bluntness, doth affect A saucy roughness and constrains the garb Quite from his… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If you did wed my sister for her wealth, Then for her wealth's sake use her with more kindness; Or, if you… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vexed, a sea… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the lie? I will name you the degrees. The first, the Retort Courteous;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune,--often the surfeit of our own behavior,--we make… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth… — 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
“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
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
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“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
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.' And yet, I warrant, it had upon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
