William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
I ask, that I might waken reverence,
And bid the cheek be ready with a blush
Modest read more
I ask, that I might waken reverence,
And bid the cheek be ready with a blush
Modest as morning when she coldly eyes
The youthful Phoebus,
Which is that god in office, guiding men?
(Goneril:) I have been worth the whistle.
(Albany:) O Goneril,
You are not worth the dust which read more
(Goneril:) I have been worth the whistle.
(Albany:) O Goneril,
You are not worth the dust which the rude wind
Blows in your face.
This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad. -A Midsummer read more
This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act v. Sc. 1.
There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out. -King Henry V. Act iv. read more
There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Let the end try the man. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Let the end try the man. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 2.
If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1.
If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love read more
Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself And trust no agent. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1.
My falcon now is sharp and passing empty,
And till she stoop she must not be full-gorged,
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My falcon now is sharp and passing empty,
And till she stoop she must not be full-gorged,
For then she never looks upon her lure.
All is not well.
I doubt some foul play. Would the night were come!
Till then sit read more
All is not well.
I doubt some foul play. Would the night were come!
Till then sit still, my soul. Foul deeds will rise,
Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.
Flat burglary as ever was committed. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Flat burglary as ever was committed. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.
