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O, call back yesterday, bid time return! -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
O, call back yesterday, bid time return! -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Like a fair house, built on another man's ground. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Like a fair house, built on another man's ground. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2.
In those holy fields Over whose acres walked those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our read more
In those holy fields Over whose acres walked those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1.
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand read more
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr! -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
For the rain it raineth every day. -Twelfth Night. Act v. Sc. 1.
For the rain it raineth every day. -Twelfth Night. Act v. Sc. 1.
Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you? -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you? -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.
He was indeed the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. read more
He was indeed the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Lord, what fools these mortals be! -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Lord, what fools these mortals be! -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2.
But man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he 's most assured, His glassy read more
But man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he 's most assured, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As make the angels weep. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
