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An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn. -King Henry read more
An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3.
When great poets sing,
Into the night new constellations spring,
With music in the air that dulls read more
When great poets sing,
Into the night new constellations spring,
With music in the air that dulls the craft
Of rhetoric. So when Shakespeare sang or laughed
The world with long, sweet Alpine echoes thrilled
Voiceless to scholars' tongues no muse had filled
With melody divine.
A young man married is a man that 's marr'd. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.
A young man married is a man that 's marr'd. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Company, villanous company, hath been the spoil of me. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Company, villanous company, hath been the spoil of me. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3.
If they make you not then the better answer, you may say they are not the men you took them read more
If they make you not then the better answer, you may say they are not the men you took them for. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse! how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my read more
O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse! how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1.
What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, read more
What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, though locked up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 3.
I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark! -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. read more
I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark! -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
