William Shakespeare

He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act read more

He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1.

God keep me from false friends!

God keep me from false friends!

Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 5.

Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 5.

And wer't not madness then
To make the fox surveyor of the fold.

And wer't not madness then
To make the fox surveyor of the fold.

The red wine first must rise
In their fair cheeks, my lord; then we shall have 'em
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The red wine first must rise
In their fair cheeks, my lord; then we shall have 'em
Talk us to silence.