William Shakespeare

A high hope for a low heaven. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.

A high hope for a low heaven. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.

I give this heavy weight from off my head
And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,
The read more

I give this heavy weight from off my head
And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,
The pride of kingly sway from out my heart.
With mine own tears I wash away my balm,
With mine own hands I give away my crown,
With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,
With mine own breath release all duty's rites.

Away with him, away with him! He speaks Latin.

Away with him, away with him! He speaks Latin.

O, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all hooping. -As You read more

O, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all hooping. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.

O, a kiss
Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge!
Now, by the jealous queen of read more

O, a kiss
Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge!
Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss
I carried from thee dear; and my true lip
Hath virgined it e'er since.