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His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for 's read more
His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for 's power to thunder. -Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1.
These are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing read more
These are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.
The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance read more
The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
That daffed the world aside, And bid it pass. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1.
That daffed the world aside, And bid it pass. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. -King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 1.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. -King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 1.
I 'll warrant him heart-whole. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I 'll warrant him heart-whole. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each read more
At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each thing that in season grows. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
An ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4.
An ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4.
'T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on: Lady, you are read more
'T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on: Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.
