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The selfsame heaven That frowns on me looks sadly upon him. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
The selfsame heaven That frowns on me looks sadly upon him. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.
What a case am I in. -As You Like It. Epilogue.
What a case am I in. -As You Like It. Epilogue.
Ships are but boards, sailors but men: there be land-rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves. -The Merchant of Venice. Act read more
Ships are but boards, sailors but men: there be land-rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
An you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you. -Twelfth read more
An you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 5.
The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his read more
Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
He makes sweet music with th' enamell'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage. read more
He makes sweet music with th' enamell'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That in a spleen read more
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, Behold! The jaws of darkness do devour it up: So quick bright things come to confusion. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.
