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A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes read more
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.
The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree. -The Merchant of read more
The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.
And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends stolen out of holy writ, And seem a saint read more
And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends stolen out of holy writ, And seem a saint when most I play the devil. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 3.
O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple. -The Two read more
O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 1.
In his old lunes again. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.
In his old lunes again. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.
I am not in the roll of common men. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
I am not in the roll of common men. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. 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.
The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch. -King Richard III. Act i. read more
The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 3.
I would fain die a dry death. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1.
I would fain die a dry death. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1.