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No legacy is so rich as honesty. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act iii. Sc. 5.
No legacy is so rich as honesty. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act iii. Sc. 5.
This is Ercles' vein. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
This is Ercles' vein. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
There 's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good read more
There 's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with 't. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
The passages of Shakespeare that we most prize were never quoted
until within this century.
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The passages of Shakespeare that we most prize were never quoted
until within this century.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson,
The young gentleman, according to Fates and Destinies and such odd sayings, the Sisters Three and such branches of learning, read more
The young gentleman, according to Fates and Destinies and such odd sayings, the Sisters Three and such branches of learning, is indeed deceased; or, as you would say in plain terms, gone to heaven. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.
A second Daniel, a Daniel, Jew! Now, infidel, I have you on the hip. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. read more
A second Daniel, a Daniel, Jew! Now, infidel, I have you on the hip. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out. -King Henry V. Act iv. read more
There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York, And all the clouds that read more
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York, And all the clouds that loured upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments, Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,— Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 1.
He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.
He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.