William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
They do not abuse the king that flatter him.
For flattery is the bellows blows up sin;
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They do not abuse the king that flatter him.
For flattery is the bellows blows up sin;
The thing the which is flattered, but a spark
To which that blast gives heat and stronger glowing;
Whereas reproof, obedient and in order,
Fits kings as they are men, for they may err.
He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity. -King Henry IV. Part II. read more
He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 4.
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes read more
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.
Under your good correction, I have seen
When, after execution, judgment hath
Repented o'er his doom.
Under your good correction, I have seen
When, after execution, judgment hath
Repented o'er his doom.
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts.
I am no orator, as Brutus is,
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I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts.
I am no orator, as Brutus is,
But (as you know me all) a plain blunt man
That love my friend; and that they know full well
That gave me public leave to speak of him.
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
These are the forgeries of jealousy;
And never, since the middle summer's spring,
Met we on hill, read more
These are the forgeries of jealousy;
And never, since the middle summer's spring,
Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead,
By paved fountain or by rushy brook,
Or in the beached margent of the sea,
To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,
But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport.
What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Hence, bashful cunning,
And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!
Hence, bashful cunning,
And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!
