Maxioms Pet

X
Share to:

You May Also Like   /   View all maxioms

  ( comments )
  9  /  5  

The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance read more

The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.

  ( comments )
  1  /  11  

He hath eaten me out of house and home. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 1.

He hath eaten me out of house and home. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 1.

  ( comments )
  3  /  10  

He was indeed the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. read more

He was indeed the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 3.

  ( comments )
  12  /  9  

Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn? -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn? -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3.

  ( comments )
  2  /  10  

Order gave each thing view. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.

Order gave each thing view. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.

  ( comments )
  10  /  12  

Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm off from an anointed king. -King Richard read more

Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm off from an anointed king. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

  ( comments )
  9  /  12  

Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home. -Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 3.

Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home. -Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 3.

  ( comments )
  7  /  10  

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky read more

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.

  ( comments )
  8  /  12  

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. -Much Ado read more

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Maxioms Web Pet