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Light seeking light doth light of light beguile. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
Light seeking light doth light of light beguile. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel! -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel! -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
His cares are now all ended. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 2.
His cares are now all ended. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 2.
Small have continual plodders ever won Save base authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights That give read more
Small have continual plodders ever won Save base authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights That give a name to every fixed star Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk and wot not what they are. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
There 's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good read more
There 's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with 't. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
If my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1.
If my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1.
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.
Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd The wild waves whist. -The read more
Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd The wild waves whist. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
Let still the woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her read more
Let still the woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart: For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.
