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
Come, swear it, damn thyself, lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves should fear to seize thee; therefore be double-damned,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Happy thou art not; for what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get; and what thou hast, forgettest. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Then let not winter's ragged hand deface, In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd: Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Sit down: thou art no flatterer: I thank thee for it; and heaven forbid That kings should let their ears hear their… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“the hate I bear thee can afford no better term then this: thou art a villian.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“YORK. She-wolf of France, but worse than wolves of France, Whose tongue more poisons than the adder's tooth, How ill-beseeming is it… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world, And where thou art not, desolation. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou art a slave, whom fortune's tender arm With favour never clasp'd; but bred a dog. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not us that are squires of the night’s body be called thieves of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears Do scald like… — 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