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Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. -The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. -The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer. -King Henry VI. Part III. Act read more
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer. -King Henry VI. Part III. Act v. Sc. 6.
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.
Now, by two-headed Janus, Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
Now, by two-headed Janus, Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.
For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.
In King Cambyses' vein. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
In King Cambyses' vein. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
All plumed like estridges that with the wind Baited like eagles having lately bathed; Glittering in golden coats, like images; read more
All plumed like estridges that with the wind Baited like eagles having lately bathed; Glittering in golden coats, like images; As full of spirit as the month of May, And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1.
With foreheads villanous low. -The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.
With foreheads villanous low. -The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Let still the woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her read more
Let still the woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart: For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.