William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Here comes one with a paper: God give him grace to groan!
Here comes one with a paper: God give him grace to groan!
A degree is not an education, and the confusion on this point is perhaps the gravest weakness in American thinking read more
A degree is not an education, and the confusion on this point is perhaps the gravest weakness in American thinking about education
A virtuous and a Christianlike conclusion--
To pray for them that have done scathe to us.
A virtuous and a Christianlike conclusion--
To pray for them that have done scathe to us.
O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
For what is he they follow? Truly, gentlemen,
A bloody tyrant and a homicide;
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For what is he they follow? Truly, gentlemen,
A bloody tyrant and a homicide;
One raised in blood and one in blood established;
One that made means to come by what he hath,
And slaughtered those that were the means to help him;
A base foul stone, made precious by the foil
Of England's chair, where he is falsely set;
One that hath ever been God's enemy.
Give me the cups,
And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
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Give me the cups,
And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
The trumpet to the cannoneer without,
The cannons to the heavens, the heaven to earth,
'Now the king drinks to Hamlet.'
'T is but the fate of place, and the rough brake That virtue must go through. -King Henry VIII. Act read more
'T is but the fate of place, and the rough brake That virtue must go through. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 2.
What a case am I in. -As You Like It. Epilogue.
What a case am I in. -As You Like It. Epilogue.
What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice? -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice? -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
O, how thy worth with manners may I sing
When thou art all the better part of me?
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O, how thy worth with manners may I sing
When thou art all the better part of me?
What can mine own praise to mine own self bring,
And what is't but mine own when I praise thee?
