William Shakespeare

Chaste as the icicle That 's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple. -Coriolanus. Act read more

Chaste as the icicle That 's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple. -Coriolanus. Act v. Sc. 3.

No marvel, an it like your majesty,
My Lord Protector's hawks do tower so well;
They know read more

No marvel, an it like your majesty,
My Lord Protector's hawks do tower so well;
They know their master loves to be aloft
And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.

O villainy! Ho! let the door be lock'd.
Treachery! seek it out.

O villainy! Ho! let the door be lock'd.
Treachery! seek it out.

I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. read more

I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Truth hath a quiet breast. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.

Truth hath a quiet breast. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.