I'll read enough When I do see the very book indeed Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving: O, but with mine compare… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Uncertain way of gain. But I am in So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin. Tear-falling pity dwells not… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband. BEATRICE Not till God make men of some other… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that amends is but patched with virtue. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Through tattered clothes great vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold and the strong lance of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let us our lives, our souls, Our debts, our careful wives, Our children, and our sins, lay on the King! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, And say there is no sin but to be rich; And being rich,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If you did wed my sister for her wealth, Then for her wealth's sake use her with more kindness; Or, if you… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
They do not abuse the king that flatter him. For flattery is the bellows blows up sin; The thing the which is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, And so doth yours: your fault was not your folly; Needs must you lay… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When devils will the blackest sins put on They do suggest at first with heavenly shows — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
One sin, I know, another doth provoke. Murder's as near to lust as flame to smoke. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The tempter or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Not she: nor doth she tempt: but it is I That, lying by… — 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
