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Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. 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.
He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
His heart and hand both open and both free; For what he has he gives, what thinks he shows; Yet read more
His heart and hand both open and both free; For what he has he gives, what thinks he shows; Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iv. Sc. 5.
To sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.
To sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.
And like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.
And like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.
O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse! how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my read more
O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse! how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1.
At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each read more
At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each thing that in season grows. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
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.
