“O that I were a mockery king of snowStanding before the sun of BolingbrokeTo melt myself away in water drops!”

“O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams." Which dreams, indeed, are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.”

“I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself king of infinite space.”

“Not all the water in the rough rude seaCan wash the balm from an anointed King;”

“Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away myself foryou and dote upon the exchange.”

“O, let me kiss that hand!KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.”

“The crown o' the earth doth melt. My lord!O, wither'd is the garland of the war,The soldier's pole is fall'n: young boys and girlsAre level now with men; the odds is gone,And there is nothing left remarkableBeneath the visiting moon.”