William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
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.
Nay, my lords, ceremony was but devised at first
To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
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Nay, my lords, ceremony was but devised at first
To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown;
But where there is true friendship, there needs none.
The better part of valour is discretion. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.
The better part of valour is discretion. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.
He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; And she a read more
He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; And she a fair divided excellence, Whose fulness of perfection lies in him. -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.
Talks as familiarly of roaring lions As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs! -King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.
The king is come. Deal mildly with his youth;
For young hot colts, being raged, do rage the more.
The king is come. Deal mildly with his youth;
For young hot colts, being raged, do rage the more.
Villain and he be many miles asunder.
Villain and he be many miles asunder.
Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. read more
Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 2.
What many men desire--that 'many' may be meant
By the fool multitude that choose by show,
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What many men desire--that 'many' may be meant
By the fool multitude that choose by show,
Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach,
Which pries not to th' interior, but like the martlet
Builds in the weather on the outward wall,
Even in the force and road of casualty.
To apprehend thus
Draws us a profit from all things we see,
And often, to our comfort, read more
To apprehend thus
Draws us a profit from all things we see,
And often, to our comfort, shall we find
The sharded beetle in a safer hold
Than is the full-winged eagle.
