Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd She is a woman, therefore to be won — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The venom clamors of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen As is the razor's edge invisible. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Never; he will not: Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety: other women cloy The appetites they feed: but… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For where is any author in the world, Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye? Learning is but an adjunct to ourself. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched with so many giddy offences as He hath generally taxed their… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My resolution's placed, and I have nothing Of woman in me; now from head to foot I am marble-constant, now the fleeting… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fair ladies, masked, are roses in their bud; Dismasked, the damask sweet commixture shown, Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am not prone to weeping as our sex commonly are; the want of which vain dew perchance shall dry your pities;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Look on beauty, And you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight, Which therein works a miracle in nature, Making them lightest… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tis not a year or two shows us a man: They are all but stomachs, and we all but food; They eat… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But indeed an old religious uncle of mine taught me to speak, who was in his youth an inland man; one that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have nothing Of woman in me; now from head to foot I am marble-constant. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety, other women cloy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have no other but a woman's reason: I think him so, because I think him so. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O most delicate fiend! Who is't can read a woman? Is there more? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is there no way for men to be, but women Must be half-workers? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Women are not In their best fortunes strong, but want will perjure the ne'er-touched vestal. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A woman impudent and mannish grown Is not more loath'd than an effeminate man. — 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