You told a lie, an odious damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay; My major vow lies here, this I'll obey. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Where the bee sucks, there suck I In the cow-slip's bell i lie There I couch when owls do cry — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against… — 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
I hate ingratitude more in a man than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, or any taint of vice whose strong corruption inhabits our… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lies in sweetest bud.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies — 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
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son, it argues a distemper'd head So soon to bid good morrow to thy… — 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
If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him… — 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
“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
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
Tis better using France than trusting France; Let us be back'd with God, and with the seas, Which He hath given for… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Look what thy soul holds dear, imagine it To lie that way thou goest, not whence thou com'st. Suppose the singing birds… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He's a soldier; and for one to say a soldier lies, is stabbing. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
They whose guilt within their bosom lies, imagine every eye beholds their blame. — 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
Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind… — 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
