William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Make haste; the better foot before. -King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Make haste; the better foot before. -King John. Act iv. 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.
Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth The tender read more
Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have: And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
There, at the moated grange, resides this dejected Mariana. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
There, at the moated grange, resides this dejected Mariana. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
All that glisters is not gold. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 7.
All that glisters is not gold. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 7.
He makes sweet music with th' enamell'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage. read more
He makes sweet music with th' enamell'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 7.
This guest of summer,
The temple-haunting martlet, does approve
By his loved mansionry that the heaven's breath
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This guest of summer,
The temple-haunting martlet, does approve
By his loved mansionry that the heaven's breath
Smells wooingly here. No jutty, frieze,
Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird
Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle.
Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed
The air is delicate.
Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.
Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.
I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety. -King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety. -King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in read more
Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 1.
