A Quote by William Shakespeare

The tyrant custom, most grave senators,
Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war
My thrice-driven bed of down. — © William Shakespeare
The tyrant custom, most grave senators, Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war My thrice-driven bed of down.
Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
I write almost entirely in bed or on a couch with my feet up on the coffee table. I feel most creative when I'm looking out the window, and my bed and couch have nice views of the New York skyline.
I write almost entirely in bed or on a couch with my feet up on the coffee table. I feel most creative when Im looking out the window, and my bed and couch have nice views of the New York skyline.
Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.
The hand of Vengeance found the Bed To which the Purple Tyrant fled The iron hand crush'd the tyrant's head And became Tyrant in his stead.
I don't like futons. They can't commit. I'm a bed! I'm a couch! I'm a bed! I'm a couch!
One learned gentleman, "a sage grave man," Talk'd of the Ghost in Hamlet, "sheath'd in steel"— His well-read friend, who next to speak began, Said, "That was poetry, and nothing real;" A third, of more extensive learning, ran To Sir George Villiers' Ghost, and Mrs. Veal; Of sheeted Spectres spoke with shorten'd breath, And thrice he quoted Drelincourt on Death.
I might have 'couch syndrome.' I'm always sleeping on the couch at home, even when I have a comfortable bed. I'm used to it.
Next to my bed I have a custom lightsaber. A custom hilt with an orange blade up on the wall.
That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quenched them hath given me fire.
I am a completely horizontal author. I can't think unless I'm lying down, either in bed or stretched on a couch.
I'll play a happy character, but most characters are driven by a pain or a fear. They are driven by something deep down, and most people are like that in the sense. And so, that's what interests me.
Sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
I was an energetic child, always walking on my hands, flipping off of the back of the couch, or jumping up and down on my bed.
The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring, His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded.
Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel.
This site uses cookies to ensure you get the best experience. More info...
Got it!