O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
They that have voice of lions and act of hares,--are they not monsters? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why what a fool was I to this drunken monster for a God. - Caliban — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Rumour is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures And of so easy and so plain a stop That the blunt monster… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat; Of habits devil, is angel yet… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ingratitude is monstrous; and for the multitude to be ingrateful were to make a monster of the multitude; of which we being… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But jealous souls will not be answered so, They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they're jealous. 'Tis… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why, thou deboshed fish thou...Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives… — 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
