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Chaste as the icicle That 's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple. -Coriolanus. Act read more
Chaste as the icicle That 's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple. -Coriolanus. Act v. Sc. 3.
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. -King Richard III. read more
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 2.
The most peaceable way for you if you do take a thief, is to let him show himself what he read more
The most peaceable way for you if you do take a thief, is to let him show himself what he is and steal out of your company. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 5.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 5.
If ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it; and in his brain, Which is read more
If ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it; and in his brain, Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd With observation, the which he vents In mangled forms. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
The king's name is a tower of strength. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
The king's name is a tower of strength. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
What, man! defy the Devil: consider, he is an enemy to mankind. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
What, man! defy the Devil: consider, he is an enemy to mankind. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
O, hell! to choose love by another's eyes. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.
O, hell! to choose love by another's eyes. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.
I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, Even there read more
I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congregate. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
