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Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Few of the university pen plaies well, they smell too much of
that writer Ovid and that writer Metamorphosis read more
Few of the university pen plaies well, they smell too much of
that writer Ovid and that writer Metamorphosis and talk too much
of Prosperpina and Jupiter. Why, here's our fellow Shakespeare
puts them all down. Aye, and Ben Jonson too. O that B.J. is a
pestilent fellow, he brought up Horace giving poets a pill, but
our fellow, Shakespeare, hath given him a purge that made him
beray his credit.
And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as read more
And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance read more
The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears, And harsh in sound to thine. -Coriolanus. Act iv. Sc. 5.
A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears, And harsh in sound to thine. -Coriolanus. Act iv. Sc. 5.
Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour? read more
Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour? No, the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3.
I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.
I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Off with his head! -King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Off with his head! -King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 4.
So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him! -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him! -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
