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    If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.

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Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, Ready with every nod to tumble down. -King Richard III. Act iii. read more

Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, Ready with every nod to tumble down. -King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 4.

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'T is better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perked up in read more

'T is better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perked up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow. -King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 3.

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Now my soul hath elbow-room. -King John. Act v. Sc. 7.

Now my soul hath elbow-room. -King John. Act v. Sc. 7.

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True is it that we have seen better days. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

True is it that we have seen better days. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

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-2 Watch.

-2 Watch.

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The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. -As You Like read more

The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1.

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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.

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Poor deer, quoth he, thou makest a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had read more

Poor deer, quoth he, thou makest a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.

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My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, That fools should be so deep-contemplative; And I did laugh sans intermission An read more

My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, That fools should be so deep-contemplative; And I did laugh sans intermission An hour by his dial. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

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