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How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. -The Merchant of read more
How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
A fellow of no mark nor likelihood. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2.
A fellow of no mark nor likelihood. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Let us make an honourable retreat. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Let us make an honourable retreat. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Halloo your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out. -Twelfth Night. Act read more
Halloo your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.
We that are in the vaward of our youth. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.
We that are in the vaward of our youth. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.
A man of my kidney. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
A man of my kidney. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, read more
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands,— This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
I 'll warrant him heart-whole. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I 'll warrant him heart-whole. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I have touched the highest point of all my greatness; And from that full meridian of my glory I haste read more
I have touched the highest point of all my greatness; And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting: I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.