William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
This Tharsus, o'er which I have the government,
A city on whom Plenty held full hand,
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This Tharsus, o'er which I have the government,
A city on whom Plenty held full hand,
For Riches strewed herself even in her streets;
Whose towers bore heads so high they kissed the clouds,
And strangers ne'er beheld but wond'red at;
Whose men and dames so jetted and adorned,
Like one another's glass to trim them by;
Their tables were stored full, to glad the sight,
And not so much to feed on as delight;
All poverty was scorned, and pride so great
The name of help grew odious to repeat.
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite
By bare imagination of a feast?
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite
By bare imagination of a feast?
By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of read more
By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
To leave this keen encounter of our wits. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2.
To leave this keen encounter of our wits. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2.
A good mouth-filling oath. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
A good mouth-filling oath. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Your heart's desires be with you! -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
Your heart's desires be with you! -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
I give this heavy weight from off my head
And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,
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I give this heavy weight from off my head
And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,
The pride of kingly sway from out my heart.
With mine own tears I wash away my balm,
With mine own hands I give away my crown,
With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,
With mine own breath release all duty's rites.
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.
