William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
At my fingers' ends. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
At my fingers' ends. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
Let the world slide. -The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 1.
Let the world slide. -The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 1.
I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please. -As You read more
I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
To sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.
To sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.
My heart is ever at your service, my lord.
My heart is ever at your service, my lord.
When holy and devout religious men
Are at their beads, 'tis much to draw them thence,
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When holy and devout religious men
Are at their beads, 'tis much to draw them thence,
So sweet is zealous contemplation.
Two starving men cannot be twice as hungry as one; but two
rascals can be ten times as vicious read more
Two starving men cannot be twice as hungry as one; but two
rascals can be ten times as vicious as one.
Falstaff sweats to death, And lards the lean earth as he walks along. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. read more
Falstaff sweats to death, And lards the lean earth as he walks along. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 2.
'T is strange that death should sing. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Who chants a doleful read more
'T is strange that death should sing. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death, And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings His soul and body to their lasting rest. -King John. Act v. Sc. 7.
