The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen As is the razor's edge invisible. — 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
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
Women are as roses, whose fair flower, being once displayed, doth fall that very hour. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fear and niceness, the handmaids of all women, or more truly, woman its pretty self. — 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
I have no other but a woman's reason: I think him so, because I think him so. — 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
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
Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband. — 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