Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English. — 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
Besides, our nearness to the King in love Is near the hate of those love not the King. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
though I be but the prince of Wales, yet I am king of courtesy — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The Thane of Cawdor lives, A prosperous gentleman; and to be King Stands not within the prospect of belief, No more than… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Kent. Where's the king? Gent. Contending with the fretful elements; Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, Or swell the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
HAMLET [...] we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There's such divinity doth hedge a king That treason can but peep to what it would. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Even so; an't please your worship, Brakenbury, You may partake of any thing we say: We speak no treason, man; we say… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time, whose millioned accidents creep in betwixt vows, and change decrees of kings, tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharpest intents, divert strong… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court. — 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
Do you take me for a sponge, my lord? hamlet: Ay, sir; that soaks up the king's countenance, his rewards, his authorities.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-Paradise. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Though I be but prince of Wales, yet I am the king of courtesy. — 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
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
Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Titus Andronicus, my lord the Emperor Sends thee this word, that, if thou love thy sons, Let Marcus, Lucius, or thyself, old… — 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 Image
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“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 Image
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image