William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
If ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it; and in his brain, Which is read more
If ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it; and in his brain, Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd With observation, the which he vents In mangled forms. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
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!
Remember, sir, my liege,
The kings your ancestors, together with
The natural bravery of your isle, which read more
Remember, sir, my liege,
The kings your ancestors, together with
The natural bravery of your isle, which stands
As Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in
With rocks unscalable and roaring waters,
With sands that will not bear your enemies' boats
But suck them up to th' topmast.
Men of few words are the best men. -King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Men of few words are the best men. -King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I 'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.
I 'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.
Know'st thou not any whom corrupting gold
Will tempt unto a close exploit of death?
Know'st thou not any whom corrupting gold
Will tempt unto a close exploit of death?
We have heard the chimes at midnight. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
We have heard the chimes at midnight. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Villain and he be many miles asunder.
Villain and he be many miles asunder.
But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. -King Henry V. Act read more
But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witch's mummy, maw and gulf
Of the ravined salt-sea shark,
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Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witch's mummy, maw and gulf
Of the ravined salt-sea shark,
Root of hemlock digged i' th' dark,
Liver of blaspheming Jew,
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Slivered in the moon's eclipse,
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips,
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-delivered by a drab
Make the gruel thick and slab.
Add there to a tiger's chaudron
For th' ingredience of our cauldron.
