For where is any author in the world, Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye? Learning is but an adjunct to ourself.

Quote by Shakespeare

Topics: Women Quotes

Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or...

Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or...

This above all - to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as...

This above all - to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as...

Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.

Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.

How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face

How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face

Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.

Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.

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,...

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

I dote on his very absence.

I dote on his very absence.

Service is no heritage.

Service is no heritage.

Is there no way for men to be, but women Must be half-workers?

Is there no way for men to be, but women Must be half-workers?

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they...

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they...

God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.

God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.

In a false quarrel there is no true valor.

In a false quarrel there is no true valor.

I must be cruel only to be kind

I must be cruel only to be kind

Set honor in one eye and death i' the other And I will look on...

Set honor in one eye and death i' the other And I will look on...

Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear

Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark

There can be no keener revelation of a society's soul than the way in which...

There can be no keener revelation of a society's soul than the way in which...

If it were (Is it not) outrageous that society should treat with such rigid precision...

If it were (Is it not) outrageous that society should treat with such rigid precision...