William Shakespeare

Dictynna, goodman Dull. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Dictynna, goodman Dull. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.

(Macbeth:) How does your patient, doctor?
(Doctor:) Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with read more

(Macbeth:) How does your patient, doctor?
(Doctor:) Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies
That keep her from her rest.
(Macbeth:) Cure her of that!
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,
Pluck from the memory of a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuffed bosom of the perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?
(Doctor:) Therein the patient
Must minister to himself.
(Macbeth:) Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it!

There are a kind of men so loose of soul,
That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs.

There are a kind of men so loose of soul,
That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs.

I have been studying how I may compare
This prison where I live unto the world;
And, read more

I have been studying how I may compare
This prison where I live unto the world;
And, for because the world is populous,
And here is not a creature but myself,
I cannot do it. Yet I'll hammer it out.

Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 1.

Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 1.