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I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like read more
I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus And witch the world with noble horsemanship. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1.
He was indeed the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. read more
He was indeed the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 3.
It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever. -King Henry IV. read more
It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 2.
I have a kind of alacrity in sinking. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
I have a kind of alacrity in sinking. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown, Within whose circuit is Elysium And all that poets feign read more
How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown, Within whose circuit is Elysium And all that poets feign of bliss and joy! -King Henry VI. Part III. Act i. Sc. 2.
Men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. read more
Men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.
Answer me in one word. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Answer me in one word. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1.
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. read more
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.
