I do know of these That therefore only are reputed wise For saying nothing. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Silence is only commendable In a neat's tongue dried, and a maid not vendible. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What, gone without a word? Ay, so true love should do; it cannot speak, For truth hath better deeds than words to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I cannot, nor I will not hold me still; My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Silence is the perfectest herault of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use; and keep thy… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. Lady, as you are… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Either our history shall with full mouth Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave, Like Turkish mute, shall have a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Through the forest have I gone. But Athenian found I none, On whose eyes I might approve This flower's force in stirring… — 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
