William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
We will ourself in person to this war;
And, for our coffers, with too great a court
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We will ourself in person to this war;
And, for our coffers, with too great a court
And liberal largess, are grown somewhat light,
We are enforced to farm our royal realm,
The revenue whereof shall furnish us
For our affairs in hand.
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.
I almost die for food, and let me have it!
I almost die for food, and let me have it!
All swol'n with chafing, down Adonis sits,
Banning his boist'rous and unruly beast;
And now the happy read more
All swol'n with chafing, down Adonis sits,
Banning his boist'rous and unruly beast;
And now the happy season once more fits
That lovesick Love by pleading may be blest;
For lovers say the heart hath treble wrong
When it is barred the aidance of the tongue.
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Make deeds ill done! -King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Make deeds ill done! -King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.
One draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him. -Twelfth Night. Act read more
One draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
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A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that makes it.
So shaken as we are, so wan with care. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1.
So shaken as we are, so wan with care. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1.
And the vile squeaking of the wry-necked fife. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 5.
And the vile squeaking of the wry-necked fife. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 5.
O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day! -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act read more
O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day! -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act i. Sc. 3.