But fish not with this melancholy bait For this fool gudgeon, this opinion. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If I for my opinion bleed, opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt, and keep me on the side where still I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Of all the fair resort of gentlemen That every day with parle encounter me, In thy opinion which is worthiest love? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, audacious… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan The outward habit by the inward man. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Myself--a prince by fortune of my birth, Near to the king in blood, and near in love Till you did make him… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Weed your better judgments of all opinion that grows rank in them. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond; And do a willful stillness entertain,… — 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
