William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
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!
My mind gave me,
In seeking tales and informations
Against this man, whose honesty the devil
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My mind gave me,
In seeking tales and informations
Against this man, whose honesty the devil
And his disciples only envy at,
Ye blew the fire that burns ye: now have at ye!
Now it is the time of night
That the graves, all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth read more
Now it is the time of night
That the graves, all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite,
In the churchway paths to glide.
Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can
Her heart inform her tongue--the swan's down-feather
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Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can
Her heart inform her tongue--the swan's down-feather
That stands upon the swell at full of tide,
And neither way inclines.
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. read more
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.
Halcyon days. -King Henry VI. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
Halcyon days. -King Henry VI. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.
He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.
A man I am, cross'd with adversity. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act iv. Sc. 1.
A man I am, cross'd with adversity. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act iv. Sc. 1.
O God! that one might read the book of fate,
And see the revolution of the times
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O God! that one might read the book of fate,
And see the revolution of the times
Make mountains level. and the continent,
Weary of solid firmness, melt itself
Into the sea!
(Andrew:) I am not such an ass but I can keep my hand dry. But
what's your jest?
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(Andrew:) I am not such an ass but I can keep my hand dry. But
what's your jest?
(Maria:) A dry jest, sir.
(Andrew:) Are you full of them?
(Maria:) Ay, sir, I have them at my fingers' ends. Marry, now I
let go your hand, I am barren.
