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I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following; but I will read more
I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you. What news on the Rialto? -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
O, good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for read more
O, good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 1.
The fashion wears out more apparel than the man. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
The fashion wears out more apparel than the man. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Let 's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Let 's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
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.
Three misbegotten knaves in Kendal green. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Three misbegotten knaves in Kendal green. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Under whose colours he read more
Gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Under whose colours he had fought so long. -King Richard II. Act iv. Sc. 1.
'T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on: Lady, you are read more
'T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on: Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.
