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Your If is the only peacemaker; much virtue in If. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4.
Your If is the only peacemaker; much virtue in If. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4.
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.
They say we are Almost as like as eggs. -The Winter's Tale. Act i. Sc. 2.
They say we are Almost as like as eggs. -The Winter's Tale. Act i. Sc. 2.
Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way Of starved people. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way Of starved people. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
If my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1.
If my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Nature herself was proud of his designs,
And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines!
Which read more
Nature herself was proud of his designs,
And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines!
Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit,
As since, she will vouchsafe no other wit.
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.
And like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.
And like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.
As sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And when Love speaks, the voice of all read more
As sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.