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Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin As self-neglecting. -King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin As self-neglecting. -King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. -The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. -The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. read more
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1.
O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield? -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.
O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield? -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,— Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act read more
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,— Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act v. Sc. 2.
Light seeking light doth light of light beguile. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
Light seeking light doth light of light beguile. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
What a case am I in. -As You Like It. Epilogue.
What a case am I in. -As You Like It. Epilogue.
'T is a cruelty To load a falling man. -King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3.
'T is a cruelty To load a falling man. -King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3.
That would hang us, every mother's son. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
That would hang us, every mother's son. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
