The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He reads much; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, As… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with passion would I shake the world, And rouse from sleep that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn the power of man. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why should you think that I should woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears: Look, when I vow, I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To be in love- where scorn is bought with groans, Coy looks with heart-sore sighs, one fading moment's mirth With twenty watchful,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? When at your hands did I deserve this scorn? Is't not enough, is't not… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear: And you all know, security Is mortals'… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That is honor's scorn Which challenges itself as honor's born And is not like the sire. Honors thrive When rather from our… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Coal-black is better than another hue In that it scorns to bear another hue; For all the water in the ocean Can… — 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
