Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. — 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 a very excellent piece of work, madam lady. Would 'twere done.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O, gentle lady, do not put me to’t,/ For I am nothing, if not critical.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O that a lady, of one man refused, Should of another therefore be abused! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Viola to Duke Orsino: 'I'll do my best To woo your lady.' [Aside.] 'Yet, a barful strife! Whoe'er I woo, myself would… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself pois'd with herself in either eye; But in that crystal scales let there… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
it is my lady! *sighs* o, it is my love! o, that she knew she were! she speaks, yet she sais nothing.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“It is my lady. O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing. What… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel… — 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