“Virtue? A fig! 'Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain, But Lust's effect is tempest after sun; Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain, Lust's winter… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I'll not meddle with it. It makes a man a coward: a man cannot steal but it accuseth him; a man cannot… — 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
Petruchio: Come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry. Katherine: If I be waspish, best beware my sting. Petruchio: My… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Lady, shall I lie in your lap? Ophelia: No, my lord. Hamlet: DId you think I meant country matters? Ophelia: I think… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the lie? I will name you the degrees. The first, the Retort Courteous;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue: His faults lie open to the laws; let them, Not you, correct him. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight. Mercutio: And so did I. Romeo: Well, what was yours? Mercutio: That dreamers often lie. Romeo:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fondling,' she saith, 'since I have hemm'd thee here Within the circuit of this ivory pale, I'll be a park, and thou… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Officers, what offence have these men done? DOGBERRY Marry, sir, they have committed false report; moreover, they have spoken untruths; secondarily, they… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother, cast me… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her like… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To lapse in fulness Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood Is worse in kings than beggars. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit, Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, The… — 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
