Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

“Rumour is a pipeBlown by surmises, jealousies, conjecturesAnd of so easy and so…”

“Slabosti tvoje ime je žena.”

“But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?It is the east, and Juliet i…”

“I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.”