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The human mortals. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.
The human mortals. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
There is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth;… and there is salmons in read more
There is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth;… and there is salmons in both. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 7.
We would, and we would not. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 4.
We would, and we would not. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 4.
The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since; but I think now 't is not read more
The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since; but I think now 't is not to be found. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 2.
Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. read more
Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.
And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as read more
And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand read more
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr! -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
