Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour's at… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; Take honour from me, and my life is done. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No villainous bounty yet hath passed my heart; Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Honour travels in a strait so narrow Where one but goes abreast. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Write till your ink be dry, and with your tears Moist it again, and frame some feeling line That may discover such… — 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
