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Happy man be his dole! -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Happy man be his dole! -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 2.
Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 2.
Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close; And let us all to meditation. -King Henry VI. Part II. read more
Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close; And let us all to meditation. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot; This sensible read more
Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.
The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.
Give me another horse: bind up my wounds. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
Give me another horse: bind up my wounds. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
Every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to match it. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to match it. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I have peppered two of them: two I am sure I have paid, two rogues in buckram suits. I tell read more
I have peppered two of them: two I am sure I have paid, two rogues in buckram suits. I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face; call me horse. Thou knowest my old ward: here I lay, and thus I bore my point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at me— -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
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.
