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Why should a man whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster? -The Merchant of Venice. read more
Why should a man whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster? -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than read more
I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
All the learned and authentic fellows. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.
All the learned and authentic fellows. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. 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.
It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation read more
It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
The sense of death is most in apprehension; And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds read more
The sense of death is most in apprehension; And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to match it. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to match it. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip! -Twelfth Night. Act iii. read more
Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip! -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.
