William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
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.
Now, good my lord,
Let there be some more test made of my mettle
Before so noble read more
Now, good my lord,
Let there be some more test made of my mettle
Before so noble and so great a figure
Be stamped upon it.
As cold as any stone. -King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 3.
As cold as any stone. -King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 3.
As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him read more
As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious. -King Richard II. Act v. Sc. 2.
For ever and a day. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
For ever and a day. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
You undergo too strict a paradox,
Striving to make an ugly deed look fair.
You undergo too strict a paradox,
Striving to make an ugly deed look fair.
I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell
And gave him what becomed love I might,
Not read more
I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell
And gave him what becomed love I might,
Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.
The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It read more
The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed- It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes.
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.
