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If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work. -King Henry IV. Part read more
If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 3.
The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 3.
O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day! -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act read more
O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day! -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act i. Sc. 3.
Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, read more
Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man? -King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2.
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.
Deeper than did ever plummet sound I 'll drown my book. -The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.
Deeper than did ever plummet sound I 'll drown my book. -The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.
For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath, Study to break it and not break my troth. -Love's Labour 's read more
Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath, Study to break it and not break my troth. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
For it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but read more
For it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value; then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.
