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Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip! -Twelfth Night. Act iii. read more
Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip! -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster. -As You read more
Rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster. -As You Like It. Act v. 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.
That no Italian priest Shall tithe or toll in our dominions. -King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.
That no Italian priest Shall tithe or toll in our dominions. -King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.
I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, Even there read more
I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congregate. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
Thou hast damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. read more
Thou hast damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman. -Love's Labour 's Lost. read more
A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand read more
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr! -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I would the gods had made thee poetical. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I would the gods had made thee poetical. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
