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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.
The big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase. -As You Like It. Act ii. read more
The big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.
So wise so young, they say, do never live long. -King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 1.
So wise so young, they say, do never live long. -King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. read more
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Framed in the prodigality of nature. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2.
Framed in the prodigality of nature. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2.
A most unspotted lily shall she pass To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. -King Henry VIII. read more
A most unspotted lily shall she pass To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. -King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 5.
All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may. -The Merry read more
All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.
And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as read more
And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing read more
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
