Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed King; — William Shakespeare
Fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings, the husband’s the bigger. — William Shakespeare
To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life: let it come on. — William Shakespeare
Macduff: What three things does drink especially provoke? Porter: Marry, sir, nose-painting, — William Shakespeare
Here’s flowers for you; Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram; The marigold, that — William Shakespeare
It is the witness still of excellency to put a strange face on his own perfection. — William Shakespeare
Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools. — William Shakespeare
What’s past and what’s to come is strew’d with husks And formless ruin of oblivion. — William Shakespeare
Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great. Oh! I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint. — William Shakespeare