William Shakespeare

I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in read more

Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 1.

He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.

He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.

When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills,
And I must minister the like to you.

When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills,
And I must minister the like to you.

Thou art a traitor.
Off with his head! Now by Saint Paul I swear
I will not read more

Thou art a traitor.
Off with his head! Now by Saint Paul I swear
I will not dine until I see the same.