Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country, as the behavior of the country is most… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She says I am not fair, that I lack manners; She calls me proud, and that she could not love me, Were… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves, where manners ne'er were preached. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation Limps after in base imitation — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The seasons change their manners, as the year Had found some months asleep and leapt them over. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So, you are very welcome to our house. It must appear in other ways than words, Therefore, I scant this breathing courtesy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Manhood is melted into courtesies, valor into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones, too. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of our generation you shall find. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of Our human generation you shall find. — 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
