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For my voice, I have lost it with halloing and singing of anthems. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. read more
For my voice, I have lost it with halloing and singing of anthems. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
We would, and we would not. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 4.
We would, and we would not. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 4.
Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close; And let us all to meditation. -King Henry VI. Part II. read more
Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close; And let us all to meditation. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 3.
A Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
A Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.
Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.
Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. -Twelfth Night. Act v. Sc. 1.
Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. -Twelfth Night. Act v. Sc. 1.
We have heard the chimes at midnight. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
We have heard the chimes at midnight. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here we will sit and let the sounds of music Creep in read more
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here we will sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There 's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins. Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
