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This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege read more
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.
To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures. -King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 2.
To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures. -King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 2.
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 5.
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 5.
For ever and a day. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
For ever and a day. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Hanging and wiving goes by destiny. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 9.
Hanging and wiving goes by destiny. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 9.
He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; And she a read more
He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; And she a fair divided excellence, Whose fulness of perfection lies in him. -King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue, If read more
Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true. -King John. Act v. Sc. 7.
O, I have passed a miserable night, So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams, That, as I am a read more
O, I have passed a miserable night, So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 't were to buy a world of happy days. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 4.
All things that are, Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd. How like a younker or a prodigal The scarfed read more
All things that are, Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd. How like a younker or a prodigal The scarfed bark puts from her native bay, Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind! How like the prodigal doth she return, With over-weather'd ribs and ragged sails, Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind! -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6.
