William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
I will go wash;
And when my face is fair, you shall perceive
Whether I blush or read more
I will go wash;
And when my face is fair, you shall perceive
Whether I blush or no.
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee!
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Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee!
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
I was not born under a rhyming planet. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 2.
I was not born under a rhyming planet. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 2.
She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand read more
She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.
Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.
Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.
And thereby hangs a tale. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act iv. Sc. 1.
And thereby hangs a tale. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Lawn as white as driven snow,
Cyprus black as e'er was crow,
Gloves as sweet as damask read more
Lawn as white as driven snow,
Cyprus black as e'er was crow,
Gloves as sweet as damask roses,
Masks for faces and for noses,
Bugle bracelet, necklace amber,
Perfume for a lady's chamber,
Golden quoifs and stomachers
For my lads to give their dears,
Pins and poking-sticks of steel,
What maids lack from head to heel.
My long sickness
Of health and living now begins to mend,
And nothing brings me all things.
My long sickness
Of health and living now begins to mend,
And nothing brings me all things.
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad. -As You Like It. read more
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
