Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, more than quick words, do move a woman's mind. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor; for 'tis the mind that makes the body rich — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the tailor make thy garments of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is opal. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Yield not thy neck To fortunes yoke, but let thy dauntless mind Still ride in triumph over all mischance. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In nature there's no blemish but the mind. None can be called deformed but the unkind. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind And makes it fearful and degenerate. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I am a bastard, too. I love bastards! I am bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valor, in everything… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I would forget it fain, But oh, it presses to my memory, Like damnèd guilty deeds to sinners' minds.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To be or not to be that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He is deformed, crooked, old and sere, Ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere; Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind; Stigmatical in making, worse in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. Nor hath love's mind of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Pray, do not mock me. I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Who alone suffers suffers most i' th' mind, Leaving free things and happy shows behind; But then the mind much sufferance doth… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Music can minister to minds diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I do I know not what, and fear to find Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind. Fate, show thy… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see the waters swell before a boisterous storm. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ingrateful man with liquorish draughts, and morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind that from it all consideration slips. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Or art thou but / A dagger of the mind, a false creation, / Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Frame your mind to mirth and merriment which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is meant that noble minds keep ever with their likes; for who so firm that cannot be seduced. — 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 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
