William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
This was the most unkindest cut of all;
For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, read more
This was the most unkindest cut of all;
For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitor's arms,
Quite vanquished him. Then burst his mighty heart;
And in his mantle muffling up his face,
Even at the base of Pompey's statue
(Which all the while ran blood) great Caesar fell.
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.
Therefore, friends,
As far as to the sepulchre of Christ--
Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross
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Therefore, friends,
As far as to the sepulchre of Christ--
Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross
We are impressed and engaged to fight--
Fourthwith a power of English shall we levy,
Whose arms were moulded in their mother's womb
To chase these pagans in those holy fields
Over whose acres walked those blessed feet
Which fourteen hundred years ago were nailed
For our advantage on the bitter cross.
A fellow that hath had losses, and one that hath two gowns and every thing handsome about him. -Much Ado read more
A fellow that hath had losses, and one that hath two gowns and every thing handsome about him. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. read more
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act iii. Sc. 1.
If all the year were playing holidays, to sport would be as tedious as to work.
If all the year were playing holidays, to sport would be as tedious as to work.
Oh, thou hast a damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon read more
Oh, thou hast a damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon me Hal, God forgive thee for it. Before I knew thee Hal, I knew nothing, and now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked.
And then it started, like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons.
And then it started, like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons.
(Macbeth:) Here's our chief guest.
(Lady Macbeth:) If he had been forgotten,
It had been as a read more
(Macbeth:) Here's our chief guest.
(Lady Macbeth:) If he had been forgotten,
It had been as a gap in our great feast,
And all-thing unbecoming.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be.
In their gold coats spots you see:
Those be rubies, fairy read more
The cowslips tall her pensioners be.
In their gold coats spots you see:
Those be rubies, fairy favors;
In those freckles live their savors.
