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

Quote by Shakespeare

Topics: Women Quotes

Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.

Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.

I will praise any man that will praise me.

I will praise any man that will praise me.

There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow

There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow

The fashion of the time is changed

The fashion of the time is changed

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not...

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not...

'Tis mad idolatry to make the service greater than the god.

'Tis mad idolatry to make the service greater than the god.

For where is any author in the world, Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?...

For where is any author in the world, Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?...

Lawless are they that make their wills their law.

Lawless are they that make their wills their law.

My pride fell with my fortunes.

My pride fell with my fortunes.

Fight till the last gasp.

Fight till the last gasp.

Thought is free.

Thought is free.

Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its...

Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its...

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...

I am a feather for each wind that blows

I am a feather for each wind that blows

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea...

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea...

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...

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...

In time we hate that which we often fear.

In time we hate that which we often fear.

Hatred is so lasting and stubborn, that reconciliation on a sickbed certainly forebodes death

Hatred is so lasting and stubborn, that reconciliation on a sickbed certainly forebodes death

I hate track! I hate running! Running around and around and around and around, and...

I hate track! I hate running! Running around and around and around and around, and...