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If we wish to know the force of human genius we should read
Shakespeare. If we wish to see read more
If we wish to know the force of human genius we should read
Shakespeare. If we wish to see the insignificance of human
learning we may study his commentators.
The most peaceable way for you if you do take a thief, is to let him show himself what he read more
The most peaceable way for you if you do take a thief, is to let him show himself what he is and steal out of your company. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse. -King John. Act iv. Sc. read more
And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse. -King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.
One Pinch, a hungry lean-faced villain, A mere anatomy. -The Comedy of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1.
One Pinch, a hungry lean-faced villain, A mere anatomy. -The Comedy of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1.
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
A deal of skimble-skamble stuff. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
A deal of skimble-skamble stuff. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
What, man! defy the Devil: consider, he is an enemy to mankind. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
What, man! defy the Devil: consider, he is an enemy to mankind. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
All things that are, Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd. How like a younker or a prodigal The scarfed read more
All things that are, Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd. How like a younker or a prodigal The scarfed bark puts from her native bay, Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind! How like the prodigal doth she return, With over-weather'd ribs and ragged sails, Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind! -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6.
