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
The private wound is deepest. O time most accurst, 'Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We wound our modesty and make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O call not me to justify the wrong, That thy unkindness lays upon my heart, Wound me not with thine eye but… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me; Is't not enough… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord, That would reduce these bloody days again And make poor England weep in streams of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant can trickle when she wounds! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He does me double wrong That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I speak of peace, while covert enmity under the smile of safety wounds the world — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine And made no deeper wounds? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If ever (as that ever may be near) you meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, then shall you know… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When griping grief the heart doth wound, and doleful dumps the mind opresses, then music, with her silver sound, with speedy help… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God, My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee. — 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
