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Let us make an honourable retreat. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Let us make an honourable retreat. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. read more
In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1.
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading; Lofty and sour to them read more
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading; Lofty and sour to them that loved him not, But to those men that sought him sweet as summer. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye? Learning is but an adjunct read more
For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye? Learning is but an adjunct to ourself. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.
He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. -King Henry VIII. read more
He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
A very valiant trencher-man. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
A very valiant trencher-man. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. read more
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6.
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.
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.
