William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
What are these,
So withered and so wild in their attire
That took not like th' inhabitants read more
What are these,
So withered and so wild in their attire
That took not like th' inhabitants o' th' earth
And yet are on't?
Even in the afternoon of her best days. -King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 7.
Even in the afternoon of her best days. -King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 7.
By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the read more
By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.
Now my soul hath elbow-room. -King John. Act v. Sc. 7.
Now my soul hath elbow-room. -King John. Act v. Sc. 7.
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.
It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation read more
It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
And He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age! -As You read more
And He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age! -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.
He hath indeed better bettered expectation. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
He hath indeed better bettered expectation. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
Last night the very gods showed me a vision--
I fast and prayed for their intelligence--thus:
I read more
Last night the very gods showed me a vision--
I fast and prayed for their intelligence--thus:
I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, winged
From the spongy south to this part of the west,
There vanished in the sunbeams; which portends,
Unless my sins abuse my divination,
Success to th' Roman host.
If it be honor in your wars to seem
The same you are not,--which, for your best ends,
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If it be honor in your wars to seem
The same you are not,--which, for your best ends,
You adopt your policy--how is it less or worse,
That it shall hold companionship in peace
With honour, as in war: since that to both
It stands in like request?
