There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.

Quote by Shakespeare

Topics: Women Quotes

What is wedlock forced but a hell, an age of discord and continual strife? Whereas...

What is wedlock forced but a hell, an age of discord and continual strife? Whereas...

Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies A lass unparalleled.

Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies A lass unparalleled.

There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.

There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.

The wheel is come full circle.

The wheel is come full circle.

Farewell, fair cruelty.

Farewell, fair cruelty.

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,...

It is neither good nor bad, but thinking makes it so.

It is neither good nor bad, but thinking makes it so.

My pride fell with my fortunes.

My pride fell with my fortunes.

In sleep a king, but, waking, no such matter

In sleep a king, but, waking, no such matter

The course of true love never did run smooth.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.

Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.

Everything that gristles is not gold.

Everything that gristles is not gold.

Past and to come seems best; things present worst

Past and to come seems best; things present worst

A man cannot make him laugh; but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine

A man cannot make him laugh; but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine

A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been,...

A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been,...

He makes a swan-like end, fading in music.

He makes a swan-like end, fading in music.

For a quart of Ale is a meal for a King.

For a quart of Ale is a meal for a King.

I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the...

I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the...

Now is the winter of our discontent.

Now is the winter of our discontent.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would...

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would...