William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Shall I say to Caesar
What you require of him? For he partly begs
To be desired read more
Shall I say to Caesar
What you require of him? For he partly begs
To be desired to give. It much would please him
That of his fortunes you should make a staff
To lean upon.
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.
Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
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.
Let me say amen betimes lest the devil cross my prayer, for here
he comes in the likeness of read more
Let me say amen betimes lest the devil cross my prayer, for here
he comes in the likeness of a Jew.
And the more pity that great folk should have count'nance in this
world to drown or hang themselves more read more
And the more pity that great folk should have count'nance in this
world to drown or hang themselves more than their even-Christen.
Round-hoofed, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long,
Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide,
High crest, read more
Round-hoofed, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long,
Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide,
High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong,
Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide:
Look what a horse should have he did not lack,
Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
They do not abuse the king that flatter him.
For flattery is the bellows blows up sin;
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They do not abuse the king that flatter him.
For flattery is the bellows blows up sin;
The thing the which is flattered, but a spark
To which that blast gives heat and stronger glowing;
Whereas reproof, obedient and in order,
Fits kings as they are men, for they may err.
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry cock-a-diddle-dowe.
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry cock-a-diddle-dowe.
By this leek, I will most horribly revenge: I eat and eat, I swear. -King Henry V. Act v. Sc. read more
By this leek, I will most horribly revenge: I eat and eat, I swear. -King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 1.
