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Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. read more
Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 2.
An unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractised; Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn. -The Merchant read more
An unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractised; Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
They have measured many a mile To tread a measure with you on this grass. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act read more
They have measured many a mile To tread a measure with you on this grass. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.
There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out. -King Henry V. Act iv. read more
There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. -Much Ado read more
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1.
I have had my labour for my travail. -Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 1.
I have had my labour for my travail. -Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 1.
The young gentleman, according to Fates and Destinies and such odd sayings, the Sisters Three and such branches of learning, read more
The young gentleman, according to Fates and Destinies and such odd sayings, the Sisters Three and such branches of learning, is indeed deceased; or, as you would say in plain terms, gone to heaven. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act i. read more
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 1.
Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.
