William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
I have been studying how I may compare
This prison where I live unto the world;
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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.
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
(Portia:) A quarrel ho! already! What's the matter?
(Gratiano:) About a hoop of gold, a paltry ring
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(Portia:) A quarrel ho! already! What's the matter?
(Gratiano:) About a hoop of gold, a paltry ring
That she did give me, whose posy was
For all the world like cutler's poetry
Upon a knife--'Love me, and leave me not.'
This is Ercles' vein. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
This is Ercles' vein. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
For it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but read more
For it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value; then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Except I be by Sylvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. read more
Except I be by Sylvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act iii. Sc. 1.
O, let her brother live:
Thieves for the robbery have authority
When judges steal themselves.
O, let her brother live:
Thieves for the robbery have authority
When judges steal themselves.
Hence, bashful cunning,
And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!
Hence, bashful cunning,
And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!
The learned pate
Ducks to the golden fool. All's obliquy;
There's nothing level in our cursed natures
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The learned pate
Ducks to the golden fool. All's obliquy;
There's nothing level in our cursed natures
But direct villainy.
I am sure care 's an enemy to life. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
I am sure care 's an enemy to life. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
