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And He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age! -As You read more
And He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age! -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.
I have mark'd A thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames In angel whiteness beat read more
I have mark'd A thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames In angel whiteness beat away those blushes. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.
He was not of an age, but for all time!
And all the Muses still were in their prime,
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He was not of an age, but for all time!
And all the Muses still were in their prime,
When, like Apollo, he came forth to warm
Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm!
Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh
To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie
A little nearer read more
Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh
To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie
A little nearer Spenser, to make room
For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb.
While you live, tell truth and shame the devil! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
While you live, tell truth and shame the devil! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
I 'll speak in a monstrous little voice. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
I 'll speak in a monstrous little voice. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reap'd Showed like a stubble-land at harvest-home; He was perfumed like a read more
Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reap'd Showed like a stubble-land at harvest-home; He was perfumed like a milliner, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and took 't away again. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.
A man I am, cross'd with adversity. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act iv. Sc. 1.
A man I am, cross'd with adversity. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act iv. Sc. 1.
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, read more
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.