A very honest woman but something given to lie

Quote by Shakespeare

Topics: Honesty Quotes, Women Quotes

Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.

Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged a fire sparkling...

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged a fire sparkling...

Light seeking light doth light of light beguile.

Light seeking light doth light of light beguile.

I would there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep...

I would there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep...

Speak me fair in death.

Speak me fair in death.

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!

The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.

The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.

They have been grand-jurymen since before Noah was a sailor

They have been grand-jurymen since before Noah was a sailor

There's no trust, no faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, all forsworn, all naught,...

There's no trust, no faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, all forsworn, all naught,...

Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear...

Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear...

Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.

Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.

What is past is prologue.

What is past is prologue.

I cannot tell what the dickens his name is

I cannot tell what the dickens his name is

The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.

The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.

Fortune is painted blind, with a muffler afore her eyes, to signify to you that...

Fortune is painted blind, with a muffler afore her eyes, to signify to you that...

Love is merely madness...

Love is merely madness...

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of...

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of...

O' What may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!

O' What may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!

Expectation is the root of all heartache.

Expectation is the root of all heartache.