When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A very little thief of occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Man, proud man, drest in a little brief authority, most ignorant of what he's most assur d, glassy essence, like an angry… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Many strokes, though with a little axe, hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof little more than a little is by much too much. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When a man's verses cannot be understood, nor a man's good wit seconded with the forward child understanding, it strikes a man… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We go to gain a little patch of ground that hath in it no profit but the name. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I'll be at charges for a looking-glass And entertain a score or two of tailors To study fashions to adorn my body:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm 'i th' bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pinned in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Being daily swallowed by men's eyes, They surfeited with honey and began To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More… — 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
