Pleasure and revenge Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Of any true decision. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In thee thy mother dies, our household's name, My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You cannot make gross sins look clear: To revenge is no valour, but to bear. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
His jest shall savour but a shallow wit, when thousands more weep than did laugh it. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“If thou didst ever thy dear father love—Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“For the gods know I speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No place indeed should murder sanctuarize; Revenge should have no bounds. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“To hell, allegiance! Vows, to the blackest devil! Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit! I dare damnation” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, a kiss Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge! Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss I carried… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall—I will do such things— What they are, yet I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil! Conscience, and grace, to the profoundest pit! I dare damnation: To this point I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? ...If you poison us, do we not… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“You know your mother means to feast with me, And calls herself Revenge, and thinks me mad: Hark, villains! I will grind… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“and what's his reason? I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
IAGO: She that was ever fair and never proud, Had tongue at will and yet was never loud, Never lack'd gold and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Hot from hell. Caesar's spirit raging in revenge. Cry,havoc! And let slip the dogs of war.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,Blood and revenge are hammering in my head. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Not Cassio kill'd! then murder's out of tune, And sweet revenge grows harsh. DESDEMONA O, falsely, falsely murder'd!” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Then if thou hast A heart of wreak in thee, that wilt revenge Thine own particular wrongs and stop those maims Of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“But partly led to diet my revenge, For that I do suspect the lusty Moor Hath leap’d into my seat: the thought… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, If his chief good and market… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“What do I fear? Myself? There’s none else by. Richard loves Richard; that is, I and I. Is there a murderer here?… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“To bait fish withal: if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and hindered me… — 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
