William Shakespeare

Anger is like A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way, Self-mettle tires him. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. read more

Anger is like A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way, Self-mettle tires him. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.

In the end truth will out.

In the end truth will out.

O, monstrous! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. read more

O, monstrous! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head,
The least a death read more

Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head,
The least a death to nature.

But to the purpose--for we cite our faults
That they may hold excused our lawless lives;
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But to the purpose--for we cite our faults
That they may hold excused our lawless lives;
And partly, seeing you are beautified
With goodly shape, and by your own report
A linguist, and a man of such perfection
As we do in our quality much want--