William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine,
Thou robb'st me of a moiety.
If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine,
Thou robb'st me of a moiety.
I have heard
The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
Doth with his lofty and read more
I have heard
The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
Awake the god of the day, and at his warning,
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
Th' extravagant and erring spirit hies
To his confine; and of the truth herein
This present object made probation.
There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny; the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops; and read more
There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny; the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops; and I will make it felony to drink small beer. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2.
The most peaceable way for you if you do take a thief, is to let him show himself what he read more
The most peaceable way for you if you do take a thief, is to let him show himself what he is and steal out of your company. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Food for powder, food for powder; they 'll fill a pit as well as better. -King Henry IV. Part I. read more
Food for powder, food for powder; they 'll fill a pit as well as better. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 2.
'T is not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
'T is not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot, he is all mirth. -Much Ado about Nothing. read more
From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot, he is all mirth. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 2.
That in the captain 's but a choleric word Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. -Measure for Measure. Act read more
That in the captain 's but a choleric word Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
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.
A very ancient and fish-like smell. -The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.
A very ancient and fish-like smell. -The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.
