William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
I'll be damned for never a king's son in Christendom.
I'll be damned for never a king's son in Christendom.
He doth nothing but talk of his horse. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.
He doth nothing but talk of his horse. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.
A buck of the first head. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.
A buck of the first head. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.
This grief is crowned with consolation, you old smock brings
forth a new petticoat, and indeed the tears live read more
This grief is crowned with consolation, you old smock brings
forth a new petticoat, and indeed the tears live in an onion that
should water this sorrow.
O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last,
And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand,
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O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last,
And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand,
Have written strange defeatures in my face.
Nay, do not think I flatter.
For what advancement may I hope from thee,
That no revenue read more
Nay, do not think I flatter.
For what advancement may I hope from thee,
That no revenue hast but thy good spirits
To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flattered?
No, let the candied tongue like absurd pomp,
And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
Where thrift may follow fawning.
Anon, as patient as the female dove
When that her golden couplets are disclosed,
His silence will read more
Anon, as patient as the female dove
When that her golden couplets are disclosed,
His silence will sit drooping.
Come, seeling night,
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day,
And with thy bloody and invisible read more
Come, seeling night,
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day,
And with thy bloody and invisible hand
Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond
Which keeps me pale. Light thickens, and the crow
Makes wing to th' rooky wood.
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse,
While night's black agents to their prey do rouse.
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.
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.
