William Shakespeare

He makes a July's day short as December,
And with his varying childness cures in me
Thoughts read more

He makes a July's day short as December,
And with his varying childness cures in me
Thoughts that would thick my blood.

No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

She has deceived her father, and may thee.

She has deceived her father, and may thee.

(Portia:) A quarrel ho! already! What's the matter?
(Gratiano:) About a hoop of gold, a paltry ring
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(Portia:) A quarrel ho! already! What's the matter?
(Gratiano:) About a hoop of gold, a paltry ring
That she did give me, whose posy was
For all the world like cutler's poetry
Upon a knife--'Love me, and leave me not.'

Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? . . . And the
creature run from the read more

Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? . . . And the
creature run from the cur. There thou mightst behold the great
image of authority--a dog's obeyed in office.