God's will! my liege, would you and I alone, Without more help, could fight this royal battle! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In God's name cheerly on, courageous friends, To reap the harvest of perpetual peace By this one bloody trial of sharp war. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Religious canons, civil laws, are cruel; then what should war be? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We go to gain a little patch of ground that hath in it no profit but the name. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is war's prize to take all vantages; And ten to one is no impeach of valor. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Though in the trade of war I have slain men, Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscience To do… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Not marble nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme, But you shall shine more bright in these contents… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of… — 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
