William Shakespeare

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.

And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. read more

And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.

I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts.
I am no orator, as Brutus is,
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I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts.
I am no orator, as Brutus is,
But (as you know me all) a plain blunt man
That love my friend; and that they know full well
That gave me public leave to speak of him.

For the rain it raineth every day. -Twelfth Night. Act v. Sc. 1.

For the rain it raineth every day. -Twelfth Night. Act v. Sc. 1.

His nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. -King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. read more

His nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. -King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 3.