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His heart and hand both open and both free; For what he has he gives, what thinks he shows; Yet read more
His heart and hand both open and both free; For what he has he gives, what thinks he shows; Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iv. Sc. 5.
I cannot tell what the dickens his name is. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I cannot tell what the dickens his name is. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old. -King Henry read more
There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
The king's name is a tower of strength. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
The king's name is a tower of strength. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand read more
She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 4.
'T is strange that death should sing. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Who chants a doleful read more
'T is strange that death should sing. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death, And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings His soul and body to their lasting rest. -King John. Act v. Sc. 7.
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.
Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words That ever blotted paper! -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words That ever blotted paper! -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
