William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Oh, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer!
Oh, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer!
Deeper than e'er plummet sounded. -The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Deeper than e'er plummet sounded. -The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3.
I thank you for your voices: thank you: Your most sweet voices. -Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3.
I thank you for your voices: thank you: Your most sweet voices. -Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3.
If my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1.
If my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1.
A little gale will soon disperse that cloud
And blow it to the source from whence it came.
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A little gale will soon disperse that cloud
And blow it to the source from whence it came.
Thy very beams will dry those vapors up,
For every cloud engenders not a storm.
Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his read more
Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou write with a
goose-pen, no matter.
Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou write with a
goose-pen, no matter.
It is the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman
Which gives the stern'st good-night.
It is the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman
Which gives the stern'st good-night.
Tongues I'll hang on every tree
That shall civil sayings show. . . .
Tongues I'll hang on every tree
That shall civil sayings show. . . .
I go, I go, look how I go,
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.
I go, I go, look how I go,
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.
