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He doth nothing but talk of his horse. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.
He doth nothing but talk of his horse. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.
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.
Now you who rhyme, and I who rhyme,
Have not we sworn it, many a time,
That read more
Now you who rhyme, and I who rhyme,
Have not we sworn it, many a time,
That we no more our verse would scrawl,
For Shakespeare he had said it all!
Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband. -The Taming of the read more
Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act v. Sc. 2.
Is it a world to hide virtues in? -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
Is it a world to hide virtues in? -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
A high hope for a low heaven. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
A high hope for a low heaven. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad. -As You Like It. read more
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his read more
Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
