William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas
Of wheat, rye, barley, fetches, oats, and pease;
Thy turfy read more
Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas
Of wheat, rye, barley, fetches, oats, and pease;
Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep,
And flat meads thatched with stover, them to keep;
Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims,
Which spongy April at thy hest betrims
To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom groves,
Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,
Being lasslorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard;
And thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard,
Where thou thyself dost air--the queen o' th' sky,
Whose wat-ry arch and messenger am I,
Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign grace,
Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,
To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain.
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.
(Cornwall:) Thou art a strange fellow. A tailor make a man?
(Kent:) A tailor, sir. A stonecutter or a read more
(Cornwall:) Thou art a strange fellow. A tailor make a man?
(Kent:) A tailor, sir. A stonecutter or a painter could not
have made him ill, though they had been but two years o' th'
trade.
The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on. -King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 2.
The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on. -King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. 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.
With bag and baggage. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
With bag and baggage. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
There 's a skirmish of wit between them. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
There 's a skirmish of wit between them. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
I will be gone,
That pitiful rumor may report my flight
To consolate thine ear.
I will be gone,
That pitiful rumor may report my flight
To consolate thine ear.
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3.
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3.
The ripest fruit first falls. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
The ripest fruit first falls. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
