Within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Like Patience gazing on kings' graves, and smiling Extremity out of act. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I think the King is but a man as I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Though I be but prince of Wales, yet I am the king of courtesy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is this government of Britain's Isle, and this the royalty of Albion's King? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A substitute shines brightly as a king Until a king be by, and then his state Empties itself, as dot an inland… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let us our lives, our souls, Our debts, our careful wives, Our children, and our sins, lay on the King! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My crown is in my heart, not on my head; not decked with diamonds and Indian stones, nor to be seen: my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Crowns have their compass-length of days their date- Triumphs their tomb-felicity, her fate- Of nought but earth can earth make us partaker,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This blessèd plot, this earth, this realm, this England This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, . . . This land… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“My Crown is in my heart, not on my head: Not deck'd with Diamonds, and Indian stones: Nor to be seen: my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O God, I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space – were it not that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To lapse in fulness Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood Is worse in kings than beggars. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep’st so sound. Julius Caesar (2.1.248-251)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.' And yet, I warrant, it had upon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
