William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Deeper than e'er plummet sounded. -The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Deeper than e'er plummet sounded. -The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
If it be aught toward the general good,
Set honor in one eye and death i' th' other,
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If it be aught toward the general good,
Set honor in one eye and death i' th' other,
And I will look on both indifferently;
For let the gods so speed me as I love
The name of honor more than I fear death.
Speak low if you speak love. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Speak low if you speak love. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Rumor doth double, like the voice and echo,
The numbers of the feared.
Rumor doth double, like the voice and echo,
The numbers of the feared.
Prithee, friend,
Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear,
The good and the bad together: read more
Prithee, friend,
Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear,
The good and the bad together: he's friends with Caesar,
In state of health, thou say'st, and thou say'st, free.
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
This was the noblest Roman of them all.
All the conspirators save only he
Did that they read more
This was the noblest Roman of them all.
All the conspirators save only he
Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
He, only in a general honest thought
And common good to all, made one of them.
For the heavens, he shows me where the bachelors sit, and there
live we as merry as the day read more
For the heavens, he shows me where the bachelors sit, and there
live we as merry as the day is long.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock
The meat it read more
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;
But O, what damned minutes tells he o'er
Who dotes, yet doubts--suspects, yet strongly loves!
