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O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do! -Much Ado read more
O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do! -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.
The very staff of my age, my very prop. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.
The very staff of my age, my very prop. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.
A goodly apple rotten at the heart: O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath! -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. read more
A goodly apple rotten at the heart: O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath! -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act iii. Sc. 2.
A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd; Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms: Nothing becomes him ill that read more
A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd; Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms: Nothing becomes him ill that he would well. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever you have look'd on read more
Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Speak me fair in death. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Speak me fair in death. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
In those holy fields Over whose acres walked those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our read more
In those holy fields Over whose acres walked those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1.
Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford read more
Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair? -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
