William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever you have look'd on read more
Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Every one can master a grief but he that has it. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Every one can master a grief but he that has it. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 2.
And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, read more
And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly; and but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.
Truth hath a quiet breast. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.
Truth hath a quiet breast. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.
Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools. -As You Like It. Act read more
Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4.
How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. -The Merchant of read more
How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
And now, my honey love,
Will we return unto thy father's house
And revel it as bravely read more
And now, my honey love,
Will we return unto thy father's house
And revel it as bravely as the best,
With silken coats and caps and golden rings,
With ruffs and cuffs and farthingales and things;
With scarfs and fans and double change of brav'ry,
With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knav'ry.
Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner:
Honest water, which ne'er left man i' th' mire.
Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner:
Honest water, which ne'er left man i' th' mire.
Sweets to the sweet! Farewell.
Sweets to the sweet! Farewell.
The tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
The tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
