That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I under my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He is deformed, crooked, old and sere, Ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere; Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind; Stigmatical in making, worse in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands, But more when envy breeds unkind division: There comes the ruin, there begins confusion. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Blow, blow thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most loved, despised! Thee and thy virtues here I seize… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In nature there's no blemish but the mind. None can be called deformed but the unkind. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As mans ingratitude Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry. But were we burd'ned with like weight… — 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
