A Quote by William Shakespeare

My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy. — © William Shakespeare
My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.
My crown is in my heart, not on my head; not decked with diamonds and Indian stones, nor to be seen: my crown is called content, a crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
This crown to crown the laughing man, this rose-wreath crown: I myself have set this crown upon my head, I myself have pronounced my laughter holy.
We are all making a crown for Jesus out of these daily lives of ours, either a crown of golden, divine love, studded with gems of sacrifice and adoration, or a thorny crown, filled with the cruel briars of unbelief, or selfishness, and sin.
In a government like ours, the Crown is the abiding and unshakable element in government; politicians may come and go, but the Crown remains and certain aspects of our system pertain to it which are not dependent on any political party. In this sense, the Crown is the consecrated spirit of Canada.
The quiet mind is richer than a crown....Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss beggars enjoy when princes oft do miss.
The Crown. Place it upon your head and you assume a different post-tranquil yet radiating assurance. Never show doubt, never lose your dignity beneath the crown, or it will not fit. It will seem to be destined for one more worthy. Do not wait for a coronation; the greatest emporers crown themselves.
They gave our Master a crown of thorns, why do we hope for a crown of roses?
The only crown Jesus ever wore on earth was a crown of thorns.
Every noble crown is, and on Earth will forever be, a crown of thorns.
May all Christians be found worthy of either the pure white crown of a holy life or the royal red crown of martyrdom.
A crown of roses is also a crown of thorns.
One who wants to wear the crown, bears the crown.
Why would we want fame, when God promises us glory? Why would we be seeking the wealth of the world when the wealth of heaven is ours? Why would we run for a crown that will perish with time, when we're called to win a crown that is imperishable?
No one can understand Paris and its history who does not understand that its fierceness is the balance and justification of its frivolity. It is called a city of pleasure; but it may also very specially be called a city of pain. The crown of roses is also a crown of thorns. Its people are too prone to hurt others, but quite ready also to hurt themselves. They are martyrs for religion, they are martyrs for irreligion; they are even martyrs for immorality.
Our dearest hopes in pangs are born, The kingliest Kings are crown'd with thorn.
For dogs we kings should have lions, and for cats, tigers. The great benefits a crown.
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