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I will make a Star-chamber matter of it. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.
I will make a Star-chamber matter of it. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.
Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford read more
Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair? -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
An I thought he had been valiant and so cunning in fence, I 'ld have seen him damned ere I' read more
An I thought he had been valiant and so cunning in fence, I 'ld have seen him damned ere I' ld have challenged him. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
O, that he were here to write me down an ass! -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.
O, that he were here to write me down an ass! -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.
The why is plain as way to parish church. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
The why is plain as way to parish church. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I. When I was at home I was in a better read more
Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I. When I was at home I was in a better place; but travellers must be content. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.
O, hell! to choose love by another's eyes. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.
O, hell! to choose love by another's eyes. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.
Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. read more
Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use. -Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 1.
