William Shakespeare

How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown, Within whose circuit is Elysium And all that poets feign read more

How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown, Within whose circuit is Elysium And all that poets feign of bliss and joy! -King Henry VI. Part III. Act i. Sc. 2.

An arrant traitor as any is in the universal world, or in France, or in England! -King Henry V. Act read more

An arrant traitor as any is in the universal world, or in France, or in England! -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 8.

'Tis meet
That noble minds keep ever with their likes:
For who so firm that cannot be read more

'Tis meet
That noble minds keep ever with their likes:
For who so firm that cannot be seduced?

He jests at scars that never felt a wound

He jests at scars that never felt a wound

Nor do we find him forward to be sounded,
But with a crafty madness keeps aloof
When read more

Nor do we find him forward to be sounded,
But with a crafty madness keeps aloof
When we would bring him on to some confession
Of his true state.