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And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave. -King Richard II. Act iii. read more
And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 3.
And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. read more
And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Give me another horse: bind up my wounds. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
Give me another horse: bind up my wounds. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
An you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you. -Twelfth read more
An you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 5.
The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice? -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice? -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it. read more
Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2.
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.
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.
