Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; for in my youth I never did apply hot and rebellious liquors… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltiness of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Crabbed age and youth cannot live together; Youth is full of pleasure, age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, age… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I would there were no age between sixteen and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
By innocence I swear, and by my youth, I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, And that no woman has,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In thy youth wast as true a lover, As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have railed so long against marriage:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son, it argues a distemper'd head So soon to bid good morrow to thy… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. He… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now all the youth of England are on fire, And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies; Now thrive the armorers, and honor's… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“such wanton, wild, and usual slips/ As are companions noted and most known/ To youth and liberty.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth, Contagious blastments are are most imminent. — 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
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