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Even in the afternoon of her best days. -King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 7.
Even in the afternoon of her best days. -King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 7.
When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little read more
When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.
Lie ten nights awake, carving the fashion of a new doublet. He was wont to speak plain and to the read more
Lie ten nights awake, carving the fashion of a new doublet. He was wont to speak plain and to the purpose. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3.
When Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye. -King John. Act iii. Sc. read more
When Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye. -King John. Act iii. Sc. 4.
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. -As You Like read more
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1.
Thou hast damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. read more
Thou hast damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together. -All 's Well that Ends Well. read more
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act iv. Sc. 3.
And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as read more
And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
And then to breakfast with What appetite you have. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
And then to breakfast with What appetite you have. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
