William Shakespeare

Give me my robe, put on my crown, I have
Immortal longings in me.

Give me my robe, put on my crown, I have
Immortal longings in me.

O! beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on.

O! beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on.

Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.

Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.

For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.

For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.