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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.
Wherefore are these things hid? -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
Wherefore are these things hid? -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
For a good poet's made, as well as born,
And such wast thou! Look how the father's face
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For a good poet's made, as well as born,
And such wast thou! Look how the father's face
Lives in his issue; even so the race
Of Shakespeare's mind and manner brightly shine
In his well-turned and true-filed lines;
In each of which he seems to shake a lance,
As brandished at the eyes of ignorance.
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.
A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act read more
A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
When daisies pied and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with read more
When daisies pied and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.
By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of read more
By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
Still you keep o' the windy side of the law. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Still you keep o' the windy side of the law. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
