William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
. . . The dove and very blessed spirit of peace, . . .
. . . The dove and very blessed spirit of peace, . . .
Well said: that was laid on with a trowel. -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
Well said: that was laid on with a trowel. -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
Past and to come seems best; things present worst. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 3.
Past and to come seems best; things present worst. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 3.
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.
The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 3.
The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 3.
When daisies pied and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with read more
When daisies pied and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.
Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth as household words,— Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, read more
Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth as household words,— Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,— Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Neither rhyme nor reason. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Neither rhyme nor reason. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
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.
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.
