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Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains read more
Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
O heaven! were man But constant, he were perfect. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4.
O heaven! were man But constant, he were perfect. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4.
If they make you not then the better answer, you may say they are not the men you took them read more
If they make you not then the better answer, you may say they are not the men you took them for. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand read more
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr! -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
O, what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal! -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. read more
O, what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal! -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.
An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4.
An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4.
The gentleman is not in your books. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
The gentleman is not in your books. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
I am a tainted wether of the flock, Meetest for death: the weakest kind of fruit Drops earliest to the read more
I am a tainted wether of the flock, Meetest for death: the weakest kind of fruit Drops earliest to the ground. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
