William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege read more
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Is she not passing fair? -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act iv. Sc. 4.
Is she not passing fair? -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act iv. Sc. 4.
Why, our battalia trebles that account:
Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength,
Which they read more
Why, our battalia trebles that account:
Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength,
Which they upon the adverse faction want.
I have been studying how I may compare
This prison where I live unto the world;
And, read more
I have been studying how I may compare
This prison where I live unto the world;
And, for because the world is populous,
And here is not a creature but myself,
I cannot do it. Yet I'll hammer it out.
Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest
But may imagine how the bird was dead,
Although read more
Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest
But may imagine how the bird was dead,
Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak?
So the gods bless me,
When all our offices have been oppressed
With riotous feeders, when our read more
So the gods bless me,
When all our offices have been oppressed
With riotous feeders, when our vaults have wept
With drunken spilth of wine, when every room
Hath blazed with lights and brayed with minstrelsy,
I have retired me to a wasteful cock
And set mine eyes at flow.
A thing devised by the enemy. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
A thing devised by the enemy. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
This night methinks is but the daylight sick. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
This night methinks is but the daylight sick. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
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.
Let 's go hand in hand, not one before another. -The Comedy of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1.
Let 's go hand in hand, not one before another. -The Comedy of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1.
