A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We make trifles of terrors, Ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, When we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There's rosemary and rue. These keep Seeming and savor all the winter long. Grace and remembrance be to you. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem; So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, Men's vows are women's traitors! All good seeming, By thy revolt, O husband, shall be thought Put on for villainy, not… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The seeming truth which cunning times put on to entrap the wisest. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Mine eyes Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, That thought her… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandised… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be advised; Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself: we may outrun, By violent swiftness,… — 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
