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
“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
The color of the king doth come and go, Between his purpose and his conscience, Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful battles set:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most loved, despised! Thee and thy virtues here I seize… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
They do not abuse the king that flatter him. For flattery is the bellows blows up sin; The thing the which is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Cheerily to sea; the signs of war advance: No king of England, if not king of France — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The king hath note of all that they intend, by interception which they dream not of. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
in that small [time] most greatly lived this star of England: Fortune made his sword, By which the world's best garden he… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thus play I in one person many people, And none contented: sometimes am I king; Then treasons make me wish myself a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No might nor greatness in mortality Can censure 'scape; back- wounding calumny The whitest virtue strikes. What king so strong Can tie… — 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
The king-becoming graces, As justice, verity, temp'rance, stableness, Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, I have no relish of them,… — 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
The presence of a king engenders love Amongst his subjects, and his royal friends. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose to the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, and in the calmest and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Boundless intemperance In nature is a tyranny. It hath been Th' untimely emptying of the happy throne And fall of many kings. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What infinite heart's-ease Must kings neglect that private men enjoy! And what have kings that privates have not too, Save ceremony, save… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge, That no king can corrupt. — 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