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If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, read more
If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour! -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 1.
Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.
A plague of all cowards, I say. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
A plague of all cowards, I say. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
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.
You take my house when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house; you take my life When read more
You take my house when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house; you take my life When you do take the means whereby I live. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
'T is not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
'T is not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever you have look'd on read more
Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
An upright judge, a learned judge! -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
An upright judge, a learned judge! -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, read more
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.
