William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
If ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it; and in his brain, Which is read more
If ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it; and in his brain, Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd With observation, the which he vents In mangled forms. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Me of my lawful pleasure she restrained
And prayed me oft forbearance--did it with
A pudency so read more
Me of my lawful pleasure she restrained
And prayed me oft forbearance--did it with
A pudency so rosy, the sweet view on't
Might well have warmed old Saturn--that I thought her
As chaste as unsunned snow.
With all appliances and means to boot. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1.
With all appliances and means to boot. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Aggravate your choler. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Aggravate your choler. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home. -Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 3.
Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home. -Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 3.
What, is the jay more precious than the lark
Because his feathers are more beautiful?
Or is read more
What, is the jay more precious than the lark
Because his feathers are more beautiful?
Or is the adder better than the eel
Because his painted skin contents the eye?
And you, enchantment,
Worthy enough a herdsman--yea, him too,
That makes himself, but for our honor therein,
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And you, enchantment,
Worthy enough a herdsman--yea, him too,
That makes himself, but for our honor therein,
Unworthy thee-if ever henceforth thou
These rural latches to his entrance open,
Or hoop his body more with thy embraces,
I will devise a death as cruel for thee
As thou art tender to't.
No, 'tis slander,
Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue
Outvenoms all the worms of read more
No, 'tis slander,
Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue
Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath
Rides on the posting winds and doth belie
All corners of the world. Kings, queens. and states,
Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave
This viperous slander enters.
If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I 'll be hanged. -King Henry IV. read more
If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I 'll be hanged. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 2.
