The wound of peace is surety, Surety secure; but modest doubt is called The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Yet, do thy worst, old Time; despite thy wrong, My love shall in my verse ever live young. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The private wound is deepest. O time most accurst, 'Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer The worst that man can breathe, and make his wrongs His outsides, to wear them… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. To mourn a mischief that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We are not the first Who with best meaning have incurred the worst — 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
Things at the worst will cease or else climb upward To what they were before. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer footing than blind reason stumbling without fear: to fear the worst oft cures the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But since the affairs of men rests still incertain, Let's reason with the worst that may befall. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Therefore was I created with a stubborn outside, with an aspect of iron, that when I come to woo ladies, I fright… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
His worst fault is, he's given to prayer; he is something peevish that way. — 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
