One sin, I know, another doth provoke. Murder's as near to lust as flame to smoke. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Then is it sin to rush into the secret house of death. Ere death dare come to us? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is great sin to swear unto a sin, But greater sin to keep a sinful oath. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting. — 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
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving, — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight — 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
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
“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
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
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“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
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.' And yet, I warrant, it had upon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
