William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
His kindled duty kindled her mistrust,
That two red fires in both faces blazed.
She thought he read more
His kindled duty kindled her mistrust,
That two red fires in both faces blazed.
She thought he blushed as knowing Tarquin's lust,
And, blushing with him, wistly on him gazed;
Her earnest eye did make him more amazed.
The houses he makes last till doomsday.
The houses he makes last till doomsday.
The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since; but I think now 't is not read more
The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since; but I think now 't is not to be found. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 2.
O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence
Love takes the meaning in love's conference.
O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence
Love takes the meaning in love's conference.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy,
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Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy,
For the apparel oft proclaims the man,
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
Exceedingly well read. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Exceedingly well read. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
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.
Put thyself into the trick of singularity. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Put thyself into the trick of singularity. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that read more
Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again, bring again; Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 1.
