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You have too much respect upon the world: They lose it that do buy it with much care. -The Merchant read more
You have too much respect upon the world: They lose it that do buy it with much care. -The Merchant of Venice. 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.
The very staff of my age, my very prop. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.
The very staff of my age, my very prop. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.
An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4.
An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4.
One out of suits with fortune. -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
One out of suits with fortune. -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
All the world 's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their read more
All the world 's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard; Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. -King Henry IV. Part read more
I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.
