That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

Quote by Shakespeare

Topics: Women Quotes

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!

I will beat thee into handsomeness

I will beat thee into handsomeness

And makes me poor indeed.

And makes me poor indeed.

I try to forget what happiness was, and when that don't work, I study the...

I try to forget what happiness was, and when that don't work, I study the...

Fortune, good night; smile once more, turn thy wheel.

Fortune, good night; smile once more, turn thy wheel.

The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept

The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept

The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.

The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.

I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere,...

I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere,...

Be absolute for death; either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter.

Be absolute for death; either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter.

Lawless are they that make their wills their law.

Lawless are they that make their wills their law.

Two may keep counsel, putting one away

Two may keep counsel, putting one away

Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear

Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear

Look down you gods, and on this couple drop a blessed crown.

Look down you gods, and on this couple drop a blessed crown.

Speak low, if you speak love.

Speak low, if you speak love.

When beggars die there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death...

When beggars die there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death...

Death is a fearful thing

Death is a fearful thing

When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might...

When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might...

O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I...

O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I...

I was adored once too.

I was adored once too.

Now is the winter of our discontent.

Now is the winter of our discontent.