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Let still the woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her read more
Let still the woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart: For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.
I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like read more
I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus And witch the world with noble horsemanship. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1.
'T is not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
'T is not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
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.
A kind Of excellent dumb discourse. -The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3.
A kind Of excellent dumb discourse. -The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3.
What a taking was he in when your husband asked who was in the basket! -The Merry Wives of Windsor. read more
What a taking was he in when your husband asked who was in the basket! -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Tetchy and wayward. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4.
Tetchy and wayward. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4.
'T is all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's read more
'T is all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.
