William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will weep.
Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will weep.
That reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. read more
That reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
In my mind's eye, Horatio.
In my mind's eye, Horatio.
What, man! defy the Devil: consider, he is an enemy to mankind. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
What, man! defy the Devil: consider, he is an enemy to mankind. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
A very beadle to a humorous sigh. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.
A very beadle to a humorous sigh. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.
These are old fond paradoxes to make fools laugh i' th' alehouse.
These are old fond paradoxes to make fools laugh i' th' alehouse.
If't be summer news,
Smile to't before; if winterly, thou need'st
But keep that count'nance still.
If't be summer news,
Smile to't before; if winterly, thou need'st
But keep that count'nance still.
(King Ferdinand:) In love, I hope--sweet fellowship in shame!
(Berowne:) One drunkard loves another of the name.
(King Ferdinand:) In love, I hope--sweet fellowship in shame!
(Berowne:) One drunkard loves another of the name.
Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done.
Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done.
Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
Brags of his substance, not of ornament.
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Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
Brags of his substance, not of ornament.
They are but beggars that can count their worth;
But my true love is grown to such excess
I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.
