But ere we could arrive the po...

But ere we could arrive the point proposed,
Caesar cried, 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!'

Now, ye familiar spirits that ...

Now, ye familiar spirits that are culled
Out of the powerful legions under earth,
Help me this once, that France may get the field.

A sceptre snatched with an unr...

A sceptre snatched with an unruly hand
Must be as boisterously maintained as gained,
And he that stands upon a slippery place
Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up.

If it be honor in your wars to...

If it be honor in your wars to seem
The same you are not,--which, for your best ends,
You adopt your policy--how is it less or worse,
That it shall hold companionship in peace
With honour, as in war: since that to both
It stands in like request?

Have you the heart? When your...

Have you the heart? When your head did but ache,
I knit my handkercher about your brows--
The best I had, a princess wrought it me--
And I did never ask it you again;
And with my hand at midnight held your head,
And like the watchful minutes to the hour,
Still and anon cheered up the heavy time,
Saying, 'What lack you?' and 'Where lies your grief?'

Yet do I fear thy nature.

Yet do I fear thy nature.
It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way.

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For thou hast given me in this...

For thou hast given me in this beauteous face
A world of earthly blessings to my soul,
If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.

His legs bestrid the ocean: h...

His legs bestrid the ocean: his reared arm
Crested the world: his voice was propertied
As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends;
But when he meant to quail and shake the orb,
He was as rattling thunder.

The gates of monarchs
A...

The gates of monarchs
Are arched so high that giants may jet through
And keep their impious turbans on without
Good morrow to the sun.

There's such divinity doth hed...

There's such divinity doth hedge a king
That treason can but peep to what it would,
Acts little of his will.

And fearless minds climb soone...

And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.

Ay, every inch a king....

Ay, every inch a king.

O, how wretched
Is that...

O, how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors!
There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have;
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.

At length her grace rose and w...

At length her grace rose and with modest paces
Came to the altar, where she kneeled, and saint-like
Cast her fair eyes to heaven and prayed devoutly;
Then rose again and bowed her to the people;
When by the Archbishop of Canterbury
She had all the royal makings of a queen,
As holy oil, Edward Confessor's crown,
The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems
Laid nobly on her; which performed, the choir

Every subject's duty is the ki...

Every subject's duty is the king's, but every subject's soul is
his own.

The king-becoming graces,

The king-becoming graces,
As justice, verity, temp'rance, stableness,
Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,
Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,
I have no relish of them, but abound
In the division of each several crime,
Acting in many ways.

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A substitute shines brightly a...

A substitute shines brightly as a king
Until a king be by, and then his state
Empties itself, as dot an inland brook
Into the main of waters.

We will ourself in person to t...

We will ourself in person to this war;
And, for our coffers, with too great a court
And liberal largess, are grown somewhat light,
We are enforced to farm our royal realm,
The revenue whereof shall furnish us
For our affairs in hand.

For God's sake let us sit upon...

For God's sake let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings!
How some have been deposed, some slain in war,
Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed,
Some poisoned by their wives, some sleeping killed--
All murdered; for within the hollow crown
That rounds the mortal temples of a king
Keeps Death his court; and there the antic sits,
Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp;

Yet looks he like a king. Beh...

Yet looks he like a king. Behold, his eye,
As bright as is the eagle's lightens forth
Controlling majesty.