William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Hear me profess sincerely: had I a dozen sons, each in my love
alike, and none less dear than read more
Hear me profess sincerely: had I a dozen sons, each in my love
alike, and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had
rather have eleven die nobly for their country than one
voluptuously surfeit out of action.
This apoplexy, as I take it, is a kind of lethargy, an't please
your lordship, a kind of sleeping read more
This apoplexy, as I take it, is a kind of lethargy, an't please
your lordship, a kind of sleeping in the blood, a whoreson
tingling.
Take her, fair son, and from her blood raise up
Issue to me, that the contending kingdoms
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Take her, fair son, and from her blood raise up
Issue to me, that the contending kingdoms
Of France and England, whose very shores look pale
With envy of each other's happiness,
May cease their hatred, and this dear conjunction
Plant neighborhood and Christian-like accord
In their sweet bosoms, that never war advance
His bleeding sword 'twixt England and fair France.
Fill all thy bones with aches. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
Fill all thy bones with aches. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth,
But, read more
Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth,
But, being moody, give him time and scope,
Till that his passions, like a whale on ground,
Confound themselves with working.
Would the cook were o' my mind!
Would the cook were o' my mind!
Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 2.
Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 2.
If I shall be condemned
Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else
But what your jealousies awake, I read more
If I shall be condemned
Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else
But what your jealousies awake, I tell you
'Tis rigor and not law.
Never waste jealousy on a real man: it is the imaginary man that
supplants us all in the long read more
Never waste jealousy on a real man: it is the imaginary man that
supplants us all in the long run.
Shall remain!
Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you
His absolute 'shall'?
Shall remain!
Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you
His absolute 'shall'?
