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O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day! -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act read more
O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day! -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act i. Sc. 3.
Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears! What ugly sights read more
Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears! What ugly sights of death within mine eyes! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks, Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon, Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea: Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept, As 't were in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 4.
This Booke
When Brasse and Marble fade, shall make thee looke
Fresh to all Ages.
This Booke
When Brasse and Marble fade, shall make thee looke
Fresh to all Ages.
If I were as tedious as a king, I could find it in my heart to bestow it all of read more
If I were as tedious as a king, I could find it in my heart to bestow it all of your worship. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour? read more
Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour? No, the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3.
I was not born under a rhyming planet. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 2.
I was not born under a rhyming planet. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 2.
For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
Nor sequent centuries could hit
Orbit and sum of Shakespeare's wit.
Nor sequent centuries could hit
Orbit and sum of Shakespeare's wit.
