William Shakespeare

This tyrant, whole sole name blisters our tongues,
Was once thought honest; you have loved him well;
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This tyrant, whole sole name blisters our tongues,
Was once thought honest; you have loved him well;
He hath not touched you yet.

By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night
Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard
Than can read more

By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night
Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard
Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers
Armed in proof and led by shallow Richmond.

Who lined himself with hope, Eating the air on promise of supply. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. read more

Who lined himself with hope, Eating the air on promise of supply. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.

Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know

Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know

But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. -King Henry V. Act read more

But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3.