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Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying! I grant you I was down and out of breath; and read more
Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying! I grant you I was down and out of breath; and so was he. But we rose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.
A royal train, believe me. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 1.
A royal train, believe me. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I am sure care 's an enemy to life. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
I am sure care 's an enemy to life. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
My library Was dukedom large enough. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
My library Was dukedom large enough. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
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.
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.
And if it please you, so; if not, why, so. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 1.
And if it please you, so; if not, why, so. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 1.
O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow read more
O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phœbus in his strength,—a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one. -The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.