Slander lives upon succession, For ever housed where it gets possession. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
RUMOUR: "Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Slander, whose whisper over the world's diameter, as level as the cannon to its blank, transports its poisoned shot. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He that filches from me my good name robs me of that which enriches him and makes me poor indeed. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am disgraced, impeached, and baffled here, Pierced to the soul with slander's venomed spear. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I know them, yea, And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple; Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mong'ring boys, That lie, and cog, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Officers, what offence have these men done? DOGBERRY Marry, sir, they have committed false report; moreover, they have spoken untruths; secondarily, they… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I will be hang’d, if some eternal villain, Some busy and insinuating rogue, Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office, Have… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of beauty is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Rumour is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures And of so easy and so plain a stop That the blunt monster… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Slanders, sir, for the satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards, that their faces are wrinkled, their eyes purging… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash;… — 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
