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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.
The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, It read more
And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see, quoth he, how the world wags. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
It adds a precious seeing to the eye. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.
It adds a precious seeing to the eye. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or die! -King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 3.
Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or die! -King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 3.
I know a trick worth two of that. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 1.
I know a trick worth two of that. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing read more
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for read more
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature. -Much Ado read more
To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
