William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, may in the sworn twelve have a thief or two guiltier than him read more
The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, may in the sworn twelve have a thief or two guiltier than him they try
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword,
Th' expectancy and rose of the fair state,
The glass read more
The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword,
Th' expectancy and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
Th' observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
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.
And there is pansies, that's for thoughts.
And there is pansies, that's for thoughts.
So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown
When judges have been babes; great floods have flown
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So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown
When judges have been babes; great floods have flown
From simple sources, and great seas have dried
When miracles have by the greatest been denied.
I told you, sir, they were redhot with drinking;
So full of valor that they smote the air
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I told you, sir, they were redhot with drinking;
So full of valor that they smote the air
For breathing in their faces, beat the ground,
For kissing of their feet; yet always bending
Towards their project.
But thus: if powers divine
Behold our human actions, as they do,
I doubt not then but read more
But thus: if powers divine
Behold our human actions, as they do,
I doubt not then but innocence shall make
False accusation blush and tyranny
Tremble at patience.
Makes a swan-like end, Fading in music. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Makes a swan-like end, Fading in music. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
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O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
