Maxioms Pet

X
  •   3  /  5  

    'T is strange that death should sing. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death, And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings His soul and body to their lasting rest. -King John. Act v. Sc. 7.

Share to:

You May Also Like   /   View all maxioms

  ( comments )
  2  /  4  

By this leek, I will most horribly revenge: I eat and eat, I swear. -King Henry V. Act v. Sc. read more

By this leek, I will most horribly revenge: I eat and eat, I swear. -King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 1.

  ( comments )
  15  /  14  

Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth. -King John. Act i. Sc. 1.

Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth. -King John. Act i. Sc. 1.

  ( comments )
  8  /  13  

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.

  ( comments )
  3  /  7  

Speak low if you speak love. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Speak low if you speak love. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1.

  ( comments )
  20  /  16  

Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. read more

Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 4.

  ( comments )
  2  /  9  

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.

  ( comments )
  7  /  11  

Condemned into everlasting redemption. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Condemned into everlasting redemption. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.

  ( comments )
  2  /  9  

I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than read more

I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.

  ( comments )
  6  /  8  

Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts read more

Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form. -King John. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Maxioms Web Pet