William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Charm ache with air, and agony with words. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.
Charm ache with air, and agony with words. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.
My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells read more
My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortured soul
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 4.
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 4.
He is come to open The purple testament of bleeding war. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 3.
He is come to open The purple testament of bleeding war. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 3.
No, pray thee, let it serve for table-talk;
Then howsome'er thou speak'st, 'mong other things
I shall read more
No, pray thee, let it serve for table-talk;
Then howsome'er thou speak'st, 'mong other things
I shall digest it.
Lie ten nights awake, carving the fashion of a new doublet. He was wont to speak plain and to the read more
Lie ten nights awake, carving the fashion of a new doublet. He was wont to speak plain and to the purpose. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3.
How he in peace is wounded, not in war.
How he in peace is wounded, not in war.
She hath made me four and twenty nosegays for the
shearers--three-man songmen all, and very good ones; but they read more
She hath made me four and twenty nosegays for the
shearers--three-man songmen all, and very good ones; but they are
most of them means and bases, but one puritan amongst them, and
he sings psalms to hornpipes.
Surely, sir,
There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends;
For, being not propped by read more
Surely, sir,
There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends;
For, being not propped by ancestry, whose grace
Chalks successors their way, nor called upon
For high feats done to th' crown, neither allied
To eminent assistants, but spiderlike
Out of his self-drawing web, 'a gives us note,
The force of his own merit makes his way,
A gift that heaven gives for him, which buys
A place next to the king.
Give me another horse! Bind up my wounds!
Give me another horse! Bind up my wounds!
