William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Done to death by slanderous tongues
Was the Hero that here lies.
Done to death by slanderous tongues
Was the Hero that here lies.
If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.
If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.
Nothing comes amiss; so money comes withal. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 2.
Nothing comes amiss; so money comes withal. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 2.
It is meat and drink to me. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1.
It is meat and drink to me. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1.
A mad fellow met me on the way and told me I had unloaded all the gibbets and pressed the read more
A mad fellow met me on the way and told me I had unloaded all the gibbets and pressed the dead bodies. No eye hath seen such scarecrows. I 'll not march through Coventry with them, that 's flat: nay, and the villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had gyves on; for indeed I had the most of them out of prison. There 's but a shirt and a half in all my company; and the half-shirt is two napkins tacked together and thrown over the shoulders like an herald's coat without sleeves. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Service is no heritage. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 3.
Service is no heritage. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 3.
They have measured many a mile To tread a measure with you on this grass. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act read more
They have measured many a mile To tread a measure with you on this grass. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.
Where now I have no one to blush with me,
To cross their arms and hang their heads with read more
Where now I have no one to blush with me,
To cross their arms and hang their heads with mine,
To mask their brows and hide their infamy;
But I alone, alone must sit and pine,
Seasoning the earth with show'rs of silver brine,
Mingling my talk with tears, my grief with groans,
Poor wasting monuments of lasting moans.
Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we marched on without impediment. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. read more
Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we marched on without impediment. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 2.
A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act read more
A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
