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I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you, an 't were any nightingale. -A read more
I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you, an 't were any nightingale. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
The rankest compound of villanous smell that ever offended nostril. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
The rankest compound of villanous smell that ever offended nostril. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
Others abide our question. Thou art free.
We ask and ask--Thou smilest and art still,
Out-topping knowledge.
Others abide our question. Thou art free.
We ask and ask--Thou smilest and art still,
Out-topping knowledge.
If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1.
If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Let 's go hand in hand, not one before another. -The Comedy of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1.
Let 's go hand in hand, not one before another. -The Comedy of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1.
He is of a very melancholy disposition. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
He is of a very melancholy disposition. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
'T is a cruelty To load a falling man. -King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3.
'T is a cruelty To load a falling man. -King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here we will sit and let the sounds of music Creep in read more
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here we will sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There 's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins. Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
Lord, what fools these mortals be! -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Lord, what fools these mortals be! -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2.
