William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please. -As You read more
I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
I dote on his very absence. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.
I dote on his very absence. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.
They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. read more
They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1.
What 's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.
What 's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.
That it may please you leave these sad designs
To him that hath most cause to be a mourner,
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That it may please you leave these sad designs
To him that hath most cause to be a mourner,
And presently repair to Crosby House;
Where--after I have solemnly interred
At Chertsey monast'ry with noble king--
And wet his grave with my repentant tears--
I will with all expedient duty see you.
The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day.
Now spurs the lated traveller apace
To gain read more
The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day.
Now spurs the lated traveller apace
To gain the timely inn, and near approaches
The subject of our watch.
He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.
He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.
Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears! What ugly sights read more
Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears! What ugly sights of death within mine eyes! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks, Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon, Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea: Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept, As 't were in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 4.
How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown, Within whose circuit is Elysium And all that poets feign read more
How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown, Within whose circuit is Elysium And all that poets feign of bliss and joy! -King Henry VI. Part III. Act i. Sc. 2.
Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night! -King Henry VI. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1.
Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night! -King Henry VI. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1.
