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Turn him to any cause of policy, The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter: that read more
Turn him to any cause of policy, The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter: that when he speaks, The air, a chartered libertine, is still. -King Henry V. Act i. Sc. 1.
What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time? -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time? -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
His nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. -King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. read more
His nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. -King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 3.
I remember, the players have often mentioned it as an honour to
Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he read more
I remember, the players have often mentioned it as an honour to
Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never
plotted out a line. My answer hath been, would he had blotted a
thousand.
A young man married is a man that 's marr'd. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.
A young man married is a man that 's marr'd. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.
O, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all hooping. -As You read more
O, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all hooping. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
For it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but read more
For it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value; then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.
And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It read more
And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
