William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, read more
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands,— This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. read more
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.
Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.
How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell;
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell;
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
But in this point
All his tricks founder and he brings his physic
After his patient's death: read more
But in this point
All his tricks founder and he brings his physic
After his patient's death: the king already
Hath married the fair lady.
Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus gins arise,
His steeds to water at read more
Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chaliced flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes.
With every thing that pretty is,
My lady sweet, arise,
Arise, arise!
But thus: if powers divine
Behold our human actions, as they do,
I doubt not then but read more
But thus: if powers divine
Behold our human actions, as they do,
I doubt not then but innocence shall make
False accusation blush and tyranny
Tremble at patience.
The glowworm shows the matin to be near
And gins to pale his uneffectual fire.
The glowworm shows the matin to be near
And gins to pale his uneffectual fire.
Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm off from an anointed king. -King Richard read more
Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm off from an anointed king. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
