This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands,— This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
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And all the Muses still were in their prime,
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And all the Muses still were in their prime,
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Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm!
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A man can die but once. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
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Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. read more
Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 1.
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Consideration, like an angel, came And whipped the offending Adam out of him. -King Henry V. Act i. Sc. 1.
Consideration, like an angel, came And whipped the offending Adam out of him. -King Henry V. Act i. Sc. 1.
Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words That ever blotted paper! -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words That ever blotted paper! -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
