William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
These most brisk and giddy-paced times. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.
These most brisk and giddy-paced times. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.
The big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase. -As You Like It. Act ii. read more
The big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.
An unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractised; Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn. -The Merchant read more
An unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractised; Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
We burn daylight. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1.
We burn daylight. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, read more
Had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had rather eleven die nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action. -Coriolanus. Act i. Sc. 3.
Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch; Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth; Between two blades, which read more
Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch; Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth; Between two blades, which bears the better temper; Between two horses, which doth bear him best; Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye,— I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgment; But in these nice sharp quillets of the law, Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw. -King Henry VI. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
But in the way of bargain, mark ye me, I 'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair. -King read more
But in the way of bargain, mark ye me, I 'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Lord of thy presence and no land beside. -King John. Act i. Sc. 1.
Lord of thy presence and no land beside. -King John. Act i. Sc. 1.
If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, read more
If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour! -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 1.
The why is plain as way to parish church. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
The why is plain as way to parish church. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
