William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Good orators, when they are out, they will spit. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Good orators, when they are out, they will spit. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet an union in partition. -A Midsummer Night's read more
So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet an union in partition. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you, an 't were any nightingale. -A read more
I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you, an 't were any nightingale. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
Every subject's duty is the king's, but every subject's soul is
his own.
Every subject's duty is the king's, but every subject's soul is
his own.
And if his name be George, I 'll call him Peter; For new-made honour doth forget men's names. -King John. read more
And if his name be George, I 'll call him Peter; For new-made honour doth forget men's names. -King John. Act i. Sc. 1.
For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.
For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Who lined himself with hope, Eating the air on promise of supply. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. read more
Who lined himself with hope, Eating the air on promise of supply. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.
Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue, If read more
Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true. -King John. Act v. Sc. 7.
