Nay then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“But I have that within which passes show. these but the trappings and the suits of woe” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be not too tame neither, but let your own Discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
All that glitters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life has sold But my outside… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Seems," madam? Nay, it is; I know not "seems." 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fair Katherine, and most fair, Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms Such as will enter at a lady's ear, And… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Suit the action to the word : the word to the action : with this special observance that you o'erstep not the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
All is well ended if this suit be won. That you express content; which we will pay, With strife to please you,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Wooing, wedding, and repenting is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace: the first suit is hot and hasty like… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black and loving… — 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
