All things that are, are with more spirit chased than enjoyed. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life hath sold But my outside… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is a kind of character in thy life, That to the observer doth thy history, fully unfold. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I long to hear the story of your life, which must captivate the ear strangely. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ruin has taught me to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Alas, the frailty is to blame, not we For such as we are made of, such we be — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In nature there's no blemish but the mind. None can be called deformed but the unkind. — 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