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The ripest fruit first falls. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
The ripest fruit first falls. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
The kindest man, The best-condition'd and unwearied spirit In doing courtesies. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
The kindest man, The best-condition'd and unwearied spirit In doing courtesies. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Lord of thy presence and no land beside. -King John. Act i. Sc. 1.
Lord of thy presence and no land beside. -King John. Act i. Sc. 1.
No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner read more
No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 2.
For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood. -As You Like It. Act read more
For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I. When I was at home I was in a better read more
Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I. When I was at home I was in a better place; but travellers must be content. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Didst thou never hear That things ill got had ever bad success? And happy always was it for that son read more
Didst thou never hear That things ill got had ever bad success? And happy always was it for that son Whose father for his hoarding went to hell? -King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 1.
Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 1.
'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.
