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If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, read more
If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour! -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 1.
The mirror of all courtesy. -King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 1.
The mirror of all courtesy. -King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2.
The young gentleman, according to Fates and Destinies and such odd sayings, the Sisters Three and such branches of learning, read more
The young gentleman, according to Fates and Destinies and such odd sayings, the Sisters Three and such branches of learning, is indeed deceased; or, as you would say in plain terms, gone to heaven. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.
'T is strange that death should sing. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Who chants a doleful read more
'T is strange that death should sing. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death, And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings His soul and body to their lasting rest. -King John. Act v. Sc. 7.
Modest doubt is call'd The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches To the bottom of the worst. -Troilus read more
Modest doubt is call'd The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches To the bottom of the worst. -Troilus and Cressida. Act ii. Sc. 2.
'T is not in the bond. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
'T is not in the bond. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1.
I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1.
So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him! -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him! -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
