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The hind that would be mated by the lion Must die for love. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act read more
The hind that would be mated by the lion Must die for love. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 1.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, read more
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. -The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I had rather than forty shillings I had my Book of Songs and Sonnets here. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. read more
I had rather than forty shillings I had my Book of Songs and Sonnets here. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.
'T were all one That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it. -All 's Well read more
'T were all one That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 1.
He that dies pays all debts. -The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 2.
He that dies pays all debts. -The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 2.
If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.
If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.
Comparisons are odorous. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5.
Comparisons are odorous. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5.
Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. read more
Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 2.
But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. -King Henry V. Act read more
But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3.
