William Shakespeare

Praise her but for this her without-door form--
Which on my faith deserves high speech--and straight
The read more

Praise her but for this her without-door form--
Which on my faith deserves high speech--and straight
The shrug, the hum or ha, these pretty brands
That calumny doth use--O, I am out,
That mercy does, for calumny will sear
Virtue itself--these shrugs, these hums and ha's,
When you have said she's goodly, come between
Ere you can say she's honest.

But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in read more

But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.

All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may. -The Merry read more

All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.

To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or read more

To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess. -King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Our compell'd sins Stand more for number than for accompt. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Our compell'd sins Stand more for number than for accompt. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 4.