Beauty's a doubtful good, a glass, a flower, Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour; And beauty, blemish'd once, for ever's lost,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What thing, in honor, had my father lost, That need to be revived and breathed in me? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercise. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Know my name is lost, By treason's tooth bare-gnawn and canker-bit; Yet am I noble as the adversary I come to cope. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
All that glitters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life has sold But my outside… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed, When not to be, receives reproach of being, And the just pleasure lost, which… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let still woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart, For,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink; his intellect is not replenished; he is only an… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is better to have burnt & lost, then to never have barbecued at all. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Cold indeed, and labor lost: Then farewell heat, and welcome frost! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I ha' lost my reputation, I ha' lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To be in love- where scorn is bought with groans, Coy looks with heart-sore sighs, one fading moment's mirth With twenty watchful,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
in that small [time] most greatly lived this star of England: Fortune made his sword, By which the world's best garden he… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A blind man can't forget the eyesight he lost, show me any beautiful girl. How can her beauty not remind me of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You have lost no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
DON PEDRO Come, lady, come; you have lost the heart of Signior Benedick. BEATRICE Indeed, my lord, he lent it me awhile;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, more longing, wavering, sooner lost and won, than women's are. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Every subject's duty is the King's; but every subject's soul is his own. Therefore, should every soldier in the wars do as… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For it falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lacked and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase, and there was never… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving. — 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