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Give me another horse: bind up my wounds. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.

Give me another horse: bind up my wounds. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.

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Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way Of starved people. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.

Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way Of starved people. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.

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And if his name be George, I 'll call him Peter; For new-made honour doth forget men's names. -King John. read more

And if his name be George, I 'll call him Peter; For new-made honour doth forget men's names. -King John. Act i. Sc. 1.

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The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act v. Sc. 1.

The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act v. Sc. 1.

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What, man! defy the Devil: consider, he is an enemy to mankind. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.

What, man! defy the Devil: consider, he is an enemy to mankind. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.

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But in the way of bargain, mark ye me, I 'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair. -King read more

But in the way of bargain, mark ye me, I 'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.

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The better part of valour is discretion. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.

The better part of valour is discretion. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.

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Make the coming hour o'erflow with joy, And pleasure drown the brim. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. read more

Make the coming hour o'erflow with joy, And pleasure drown the brim. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 4.

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Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. read more

Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use. -Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 1.

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