Use every man according to his desert and who should 'scape whipping? Use them after your own honor and dignity, the less… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“To die, - To sleep, - To sleep! Perchance to dream: - ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; Take honour from me, and my life is done. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O powerful love, that in some respects makes a beast a man, in some other, a man a beast. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I do love My country's good with a respect more tender, More holy and profound, then mine own life, My dear wife's… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed, When not to be, receives reproach of being, And the just pleasure lost, which… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Of all complexions the culled sovereignty Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek, Where several worthies make one dignity,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Men so noble, However faulty, yet should find respect For what they have been: 'tis a cruelty To load a falling man. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
God's bodkin, man, much better: use every man after his desert, and who shall scape whipping? Use them after your own honor… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Gods, gods! 'tis strange that from their cold'st neglect My love should kindle to inflamed respect.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But clay and clay differs in dignity, Whose dust is both alike. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Value dwells not in particular will; It holds his estimate and dignity As well wherein 'tis precious of itself As in the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Every man after his desert, and who shall scape whipping? Use them after your own honor and dignity -- the less they… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“The course of true love never did run smooth; But, either it was different in blood, O cross! too high to be… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The instances that second marriage move Are base respects of thrift, but none of love. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let none presume To wear an undeserved dignity. O that estates, degrees, and offices Were not derived corruptly, and that clear honour… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Two households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona, where we lay our scene From ancient grudge break to new mutiny Where… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The summer's flow'r is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die' But if that flow'r with base… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You have too much respect upon the world; They lose it that do buy it with much care — 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
