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A forted residence 'gainst the tooth of time And razure of oblivion. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.
A forted residence 'gainst the tooth of time And razure of oblivion. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.
I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.
I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.
A fellow of no mark nor likelihood. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2.
A fellow of no mark nor likelihood. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Put thyself into the trick of singularity. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Put thyself into the trick of singularity. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. -King Henry read more
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his read more
Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.
The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.
The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.
I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like read more
I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus And witch the world with noble horsemanship. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1.
The sense of death is most in apprehension; And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds read more
The sense of death is most in apprehension; And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
