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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.
Now my soul hath elbow-room. -King John. Act v. Sc. 7.
Now my soul hath elbow-room. -King John. Act v. Sc. 7.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, read more
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. -The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.
How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown, Within whose circuit is Elysium And all that poets feign read more
How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown, Within whose circuit is Elysium And all that poets feign of bliss and joy! -King Henry VI. Part III. Act i. Sc. 2.
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 1.
They have measured many a mile To tread a measure with you on this grass. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act read more
They have measured many a mile To tread a measure with you on this grass. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.
Nature herself was proud of his designs,
And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines!
Which read more
Nature herself was proud of his designs,
And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines!
Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit,
As since, she will vouchsafe no other wit.
A load would sink a navy. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
A load would sink a navy. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. -As You Like It. Act read more
The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 2.
