William Shakespeare

Call you that backing of your friends? A plague upon such backing! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. read more

Call you that backing of your friends? A plague upon such backing! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

This is the very false gallop of verses. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.

This is the very false gallop of verses. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.

But now will canker sorrow eat my bud
And chase the native beauty from his cheek,
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But now will canker sorrow eat my bud
And chase the native beauty from his cheek,
And he will look as hollow as a ghost,
As dim and meagre as an ague's fit,
And so he'll die; and rising so again,
When I shall meet him in the court of heaven
I shall not know him.

A little more than kin, and less than kind!

A little more than kin, and less than kind!

Trust not the physician;
His antidotes are poison, and he slays
More than you rob.

Trust not the physician;
His antidotes are poison, and he slays
More than you rob.