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No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the read more
No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace As mercy does. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
They have measured many a mile To tread a measure with you on this grass. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act read more
They have measured many a mile To tread a measure with you on this grass. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.
In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft, I shot his fellow of the selfsame flight The selfsame way, read more
In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft, I shot his fellow of the selfsame flight The selfsame way, with more advised watch, To find the other forth; and by adventuring both, I oft found both. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
It is meat and drink to me. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1.
It is meat and drink to me. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1.
The seeming truth which cunning times put on To entrap the wisest. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
The seeming truth which cunning times put on To entrap the wisest. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Consideration, like an angel, came And whipped the offending Adam out of him. -King Henry V. Act i. Sc. 1.
Consideration, like an angel, came And whipped the offending Adam out of him. -King Henry V. Act i. Sc. 1.
What a taking was he in when your husband asked who was in the basket! -The Merry Wives of Windsor. read more
What a taking was he in when your husband asked who was in the basket! -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 3.
If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, read more
If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour! -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 1.
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 3.
