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Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast. -The Comedy of Errors. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast. -The Comedy of Errors. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on,—how then? Can honour set read more
Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on,—how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour; what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'T is insensible, then? yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I 'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon. And so ends my catechism. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 1.
I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark! -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. read more
I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark! -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
For a good poet's made, as well as born,
And such wast thou! Look how the father's face
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For a good poet's made, as well as born,
And such wast thou! Look how the father's face
Lives in his issue; even so the race
Of Shakespeare's mind and manner brightly shine
In his well-turned and true-filed lines;
In each of which he seems to shake a lance,
As brandished at the eyes of ignorance.
The why is plain as way to parish church. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
The why is plain as way to parish church. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Flat burglary as ever was committed. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Flat burglary as ever was committed. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.
A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act read more
A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
The ripest fruit first falls. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
The ripest fruit first falls. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
