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And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, read more
And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly; and but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.
We that are in the vaward of our youth. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.
We that are in the vaward of our youth. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.
This night methinks is but the daylight sick. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
This night methinks is but the daylight sick. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
O, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all hooping. -As You read more
O, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all hooping. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. -King Richard III. read more
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 2.
A very beadle to a humorous sigh. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.
A very beadle to a humorous sigh. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.
The seeming truth which cunning times put on To entrap the wisest. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
The seeming truth which cunning times put on To entrap the wisest. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. -King Henry V. Act read more
But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3.
O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse! how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my read more
O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse! how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1.
