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As merry as the day is long. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1.
As merry as the day is long. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1.
And if his name be George, I 'll call him Peter; For new-made honour doth forget men's names. -King John. read more
And if his name be George, I 'll call him Peter; For new-made honour doth forget men's names. -King John. Act i. Sc. 1.
Is most tolerable, and not to be endured. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Is most tolerable, and not to be endured. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Modest doubt is call'd The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches To the bottom of the worst. -Troilus read more
Modest doubt is call'd The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches To the bottom of the worst. -Troilus and Cressida. Act ii. Sc. 2.
All impediments in fancy's course Are motives of more fancy. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.
All impediments in fancy's course Are motives of more fancy. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.
Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears! What ugly sights read more
Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears! What ugly sights of death within mine eyes! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks, Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon, Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea: Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept, As 't were in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 4.
I do desire we may be better strangers. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I do desire we may be better strangers. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
The cunning livery of hell. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
The cunning livery of hell. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1.
