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Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them,—but not for love. -As You Like It. Act read more
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them,—but not for love. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
So curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion soever. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.
So curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion soever. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad. -As You Like It. read more
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't. -Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1.
A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't. -Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1.
One draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him. -Twelfth Night. Act read more
One draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.
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.
Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward! Thou little valiant, great in villany! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! Thou read more
Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward! Thou little valiant, great in villany! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! Thou Fortune's champion that dost never fight But when her humorous ladyship is by To teach thee safety. -King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act i. read more
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 1.
As sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And when Love speaks, the voice of all read more
As sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.
