William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
Brags of his substance, not of ornament.
They are read more
Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
Brags of his substance, not of ornament.
They are but beggars that can count their worth;
But my true love is grown to such excess
I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.
A rascally yea-forsooth knave. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.
A rascally yea-forsooth knave. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.
Poor deer, quoth he, thou makest a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had read more
Poor deer, quoth he, thou makest a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Methinks a father
Is at the nuptial of his son a guest
That best becomes the table.
Methinks a father
Is at the nuptial of his son a guest
That best becomes the table.
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.
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.
Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
Till by broad read more
Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
Till by broad spreading it disperse to naught.
Wherefore are these things hid? -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
Wherefore are these things hid? -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
Here's Agamemnon, an honest fellow enough, and one that loves
quails, but he has not so much brain as read more
Here's Agamemnon, an honest fellow enough, and one that loves
quails, but he has not so much brain as ear-wax; and the goodly
transformation of Jupiter there, his brother, the bull, the
primitive statue and oblique memorial of cockolds; a thrifty
shoeing-horn in a chain, hanging at his brother's leg, to what
form but that he is should wit larded with malice and malice
forced with wit turn him to? To an ass, were nothing; he is both
ass and ox: to an ox, were nothing; he is both ox and ass. To
be a dog, a mule, a cat, a fitchew, a toad, a lizard, an owl, a
puttock, or a herring without roe, I would not care; but to be
Memelaus! I would conspire against destiny.
