That in the captains but a choleric word Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The crown o' the earth doth melt. My lord! O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My rage is gone, And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up. Help, three o' th' chiefest soldiers; I'll be one.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He's a soldier; and for one to say a soldier lies, is stabbing. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; not… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Every subject's duty is the King's; but every subject's soul is his own. Therefore, should every soldier in the wars do as… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
By the apostle Paul, shadows tonight Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O God of battles! steel my soldiers’ hearts. Possess them not with fear. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fair Katherine, and most fair, Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms Such as will enter at a lady's ear, And… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ambition, the soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, than gain which darkens him. — 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
