The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age have left… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings... — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The bay-trees in our country are all withered, And meteors fright the fixèd stars of heaven. The pale-faced moon looks bloody on… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Myself--a prince by fortune of my birth, Near to the king in blood, and near in love Till you did make him… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time's glory is to command contending kings, To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear, Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There's such divinity doth hedge a king. That treason doth but peep to what it would. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh! the doxy, over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, that this too too solid flesh would melt Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I heard a bird so sing, Whose music, to my thinking, pleased the king. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Every subject's duty is the Kings, but every subject's soul is his own. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This sleep is sound indeed; this is a sleep That from this golden rigol hath divorc'd So many English kings. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
An earnest conjuration from the King, As England was his faithful tributary, As love between them like the palm might flourish, As… — 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
