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An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn. -King Henry read more
An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key, With bated breath and whispering humbleness. -The Merchant of Venice. Act read more
Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key, With bated breath and whispering humbleness. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
'T is my vocation, Hal; 't is no sin for a man to labour in his vocation. -King Henry IV. read more
'T is my vocation, Hal; 't is no sin for a man to labour in his vocation. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
One draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him. -Twelfth Night. Act read more
One draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.
Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age read more
Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 5.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 5.
Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind! Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. read more
Blow, blow, thou winter wind! Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye? Learning is but an adjunct read more
For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye? Learning is but an adjunct to ourself. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.
