William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Light seeking light doth light of light beguile. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
Light seeking light doth light of light beguile. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
Decrepit miser! base ignoble wretch!
I am descended of a gentler blood.
Thou art no father nor read more
Decrepit miser! base ignoble wretch!
I am descended of a gentler blood.
Thou art no father nor friend of mine.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer. -King Henry VI. Part III. Act read more
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer. -King Henry VI. Part III. Act v. Sc. 6.
Play out the play. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Play out the play. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Talks as familiarly of roaring lions As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs! -King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Talks as familiarly of roaring lions As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs! -King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.
For he is but a bastard to the time That doth not smack of observation. -King John. Act i. Sc. read more
For he is but a bastard to the time That doth not smack of observation. -King John. Act i. Sc. 1.
At length her grace rose and with modest paces
Came to the altar, where she kneeled, and saint-like
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At length her grace rose and with modest paces
Came to the altar, where she kneeled, and saint-like
Cast her fair eyes to heaven and prayed devoutly;
Then rose again and bowed her to the people;
When by the Archbishop of Canterbury
She had all the royal makings of a queen,
As holy oil, Edward Confessor's crown,
The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems
Laid nobly on her; which performed, the choir
With all the choicest music of the kingdom
Together sung 'Te Deum.' So she parted
And with the same full state packed back again
To York Place, where the feast is held.
Done to death by slanderous tongues
Was the Hero that here lies.
Done to death by slanderous tongues
Was the Hero that here lies.
Sick now? droop now? This sickness doth infect
The very lifeblood of our enterprise.
Sick now? droop now? This sickness doth infect
The very lifeblood of our enterprise.
Order gave each thing view. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.
Order gave each thing view. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.
