William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
My business in this state Made me a looker on here in Vienna. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.
My business in this state Made me a looker on here in Vienna. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.
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.
Delays have dangerous ends. -King Henry VI. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Delays have dangerous ends. -King Henry VI. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward! Thou little valiant, great in villany! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! Thou read more
Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward! Thou little valiant, great in villany! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! Thou Fortune's champion that dost never fight But when her humorous ladyship is by To teach thee safety. -King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.
We 'll have a swashing and a martial outside, As many other mannish cowards have. -As You Like It. Act read more
We 'll have a swashing and a martial outside, As many other mannish cowards have. -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3.
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
'Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.
'Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.
I 'll tickle your catastrophe. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
I 'll tickle your catastrophe. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
The noble sister of Publicola,
The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle
That's curded by the read more
The noble sister of Publicola,
The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle
That's curded by the frost from purest snow
And hangs on Dian's temple--dear Valeria!
