The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us. — 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
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
If you did wed my sister for her wealth, Then for her wealth's sake use her with more kindness; Or, if you… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is no vice so simple but assumes some mark of virtue on his outward parts. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Vice repeated is like the wandering wind, blows dust in others' eyes to spread itself. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For in the fatness of these pursy times Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For there's no motion That tends to vice in man, but I affirm It is the woman's part. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O faithless coward! O dishonest wretch! Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime by action dignified. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Who has a book of all that monarchs do, He's more secure to keep it shut than shown; For vice repeated is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I hate ingratitude more in a man than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, or any taint of vice whose strong corruption inhabits our… — 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
