Scratching could not make it worse, an't were such a face as yours were. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“A fool of thee: depart. APEMANTUS I love thee better now than e'er I did. TIMON I hate thee worse.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“The mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat as they did budge From rascals worse than they. (from, Coriolanus)” — 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
“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
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
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“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
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.' And yet, I warrant, it had upon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
