If men could be contented to be what they are, there were no fear in marriage. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain. Doubt thou the stars are fire; doubt that the sun doth move; doubt truth to be… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“All things that we ordained festival, Turn from their office to black funeral; Our instruments to melancholy bells, Our wedding cheer to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“all the husbands That cannot do that feat, you'll leave yourself Hardly one subject.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I will be master of what is mine own: She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house, My household stuff,… — 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
“my wife's liver Infected as her life, she would not live The running of one glass.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening ... — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“My wife comes foremost; then the honour'd mould Wherein this trunk was framed, and in her hand The grandchild to her blood.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let husbands know Their wives have sense like them. They see, and smell, And have their palates both for sweet and sour,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the bigger. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I'll not meddle with it; it is a dangerous thing; it makes a man a coward; a man cannot steal, but it… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband. — 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