You know That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, And after scandal them. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I do know of these That therefore only are reputed wise For saying nothing. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I do know when the blood burns, how prodigal the soul lends the tongue vows. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I wish you well and so I take my leave, I Pray you know me when we meet again. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, but graciously to know I am no better. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For conspiracy, I know not how it tastes, though it be dished For me to try how. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Polonius: Do you know me, my lord? Hamlet: Excellent well. You are a fishmonger. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Too much to know is to know nought but fame; And every godfather can give a name. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show Of smooth civility; yet am I inland bred And know… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Plutus himself, That knows the tinct and multiplying med'cine, Hath not in nature's mystery more science Than I have in this ring. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Constant you are, But yet a woman; and for secrecy, No lady closer; for I well believe Thou wilt not utter what… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Good morrow, fair ones; pray you, if you know, Where in the purlieus of this forest stands A sheep-cote fenc'd about with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O! that a man might know The end of this day's business, ere it come; But it sufficeth that the day will… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let husbands know Their wives have sense like them. They see, and smell, And have their palates both for sweet and sour,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is none of my uncle's marks upon you; he taught me how to know a man in love; in which cage… — 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
I love him for his sake; And yet I know him a notorious liar, Think him a great way fool, solely a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I know them, yea, And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple; Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mong'ring boys, That lie, and cog, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ay, but to die and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstrution and to rot; This sensible warm motion… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I will chide no breather in the world but myself, against whom I know most faults. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
One sin, I know, another doth provoke. Murder's as near to lust as flame to smoke. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am sure, Though you can guess what temperance should be, You know not what it is. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am nor what I do. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I know a place where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Lady, you know no rules of charity, Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud; but, God He knows, thy share thereof is small. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have a kind soul that would give you thanks. And knows not how to do it but with tears. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot? Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, him not know t, and he's not robbed at all. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Preposterous ass, that never read so far to know the cause why music was ordain'd! Was it not to refresh the mind… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
... the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
GLOUCESTER: I do not know that Englishman alive With whom my soul is any jot at odds, More than the infant that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
See, what a ready tongue suspicion hath! He that but fears the thing he would not know, Hath, by instinct, knowledge from… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Women are angels, wooing: Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing: That she beloved knows naught, that knows not… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
These earthly godfathers of Heaven's lights, that give a name to every fixed star, have no more profit of their shining nights… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And in some perfumes there is more delight than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou know'st to my… — 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