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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.
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.
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.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
What point of morals, of manners, of economy, of philosophy, of
religion, of taste, of the conduct of life, read more
What point of morals, of manners, of economy, of philosophy, of
religion, of taste, of the conduct of life, has he not settled?
What mystery has he not signified his knowledge of? What office,
or function, or district of man's work, has he not remembered?
What king has he not taught state, as Talma taught Napoleon?
What maiden has not found him finer than her delicacy? What
lover has he not outloved? What sage has he not outseen? What
gentleman has he not instructed in the rudeness of his behavior?
Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1.
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.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. -The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. -The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.
No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the read more
No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace As mercy does. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
