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How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here we will sit and let the sounds of music Creep in read more
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here we will sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There 's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins. Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
A man can die but once. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
A man can die but once. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I am slow of study. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
I am slow of study. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm off from an anointed king. -King Richard read more
Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm off from an anointed king. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, read more
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. -The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Are you good men and true? -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Are you good men and true? -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be;
Within that circle none durst walk but he.
But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be;
Within that circle none durst walk but he.
My heart Is true as steel. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.
My heart Is true as steel. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.
I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it. -As You Like It. read more
I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 4.
