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The mirror of all courtesy. -King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 1.
The mirror of all courtesy. -King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 1.
I never knew so young a body with so old a head. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I never knew so young a body with so old a head. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
By my penny of observation. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.
By my penny of observation. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.
A mad fellow met me on the way and told me I had unloaded all the gibbets and pressed the read more
A mad fellow met me on the way and told me I had unloaded all the gibbets and pressed the dead bodies. No eye hath seen such scarecrows. I 'll not march through Coventry with them, that 's flat: nay, and the villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had gyves on; for indeed I had the most of them out of prison. There 's but a shirt and a half in all my company; and the half-shirt is two napkins tacked together and thrown over the shoulders like an herald's coat without sleeves. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Could I come near your beauty with my nails, I 'd set my ten commandments in your face. -King Henry read more
Could I come near your beauty with my nails, I 'd set my ten commandments in your face. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act i. Sc. 3.
A deal of skimble-skamble stuff. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
A deal of skimble-skamble stuff. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
There 's small choice in rotten apples. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 1.
There 's small choice in rotten apples. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 1.
Masters, it is proved already that you are little better than false knaves; and it will go near to be read more
Masters, it is proved already that you are little better than false knaves; and it will go near to be thought so shortly. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Chaste as the icicle That 's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple. -Coriolanus. Act read more
Chaste as the icicle That 's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple. -Coriolanus. Act v. Sc. 3.
