I would with such perfection govern, sir, T'excel the golden age. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourg'd with rods, Nettled and stung with pismires[nettles], when I hear Of this vile politician,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I will keep where there is wit stirring, and leave the faction of fools. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let me, if not by birth, have lands by wit; All with me's meet that I can fashion fit. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Get thee glass eyes, and like a scurvy politician, seem to see the things thou dost not. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have been long a sleeper; but I trust My absence doth neglect no great design Which by my presence might have… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I begin to find an idle and fond bondage in the oppression of aged tyranny, who sways, not as it hath power,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The caterpillars of the commonwealth, Which I have sworn to weed and pluck away. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once: how the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let men say we be men of good government, being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“So our virtues Lie in the interpretation of the time: And power, unto itself most commendable, Hath not a tomb so evident… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not us that are squires of the night’s body be called thieves of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Gardener: ...Go thou, and like an executioner, Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprays, That look too lofty in our… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl. The secret mischiefs that I set abroach I lay unto the grievous charge… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is a law in each well-ordered nation To curb those raging appetites that are Most disobedient and refractory. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I heard a bustling rumor like a fray, And the wind blows it from the Capitol. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands, But more when envy breeds unkind division: There comes the ruin, there begins confusion. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For conspiracy, I know not how it tastes, though it be dished For me to try how. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My endeavors Have ever come too short of my desires. Yet filed with my abilities. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am disgraced, impeached, and baffled here, Pierced to the soul with slander's venomed spear. — 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
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