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Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since Sits on his horse back at mine hostess' door. -King John. read more
Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since Sits on his horse back at mine hostess' door. -King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind! Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. read more
Blow, blow, thou winter wind! Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
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.
So so is good, very good, very excellent good; and yet it is not; it is but so so. -As read more
So so is good, very good, very excellent good; and yet it is not; it is but so so. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1.
He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act read more
He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1.
His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for 's read more
His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for 's power to thunder. -Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1.
This will last out a night in Russia, When nights are longest there. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 1.
This will last out a night in Russia, When nights are longest there. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 1.
For the rain it raineth every day. -Twelfth Night. Act v. Sc. 1.
For the rain it raineth every day. -Twelfth Night. Act v. Sc. 1.
When daisies pied and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with read more
When daisies pied and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.