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Most forcible Feeble. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Most forcible Feeble. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak. -King Henry VI. Part III. read more
And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak. -King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 1.
There 's a skirmish of wit between them. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
There 's a skirmish of wit between them. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor read more
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.
God save the mark. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.
God save the mark. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.
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.
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York, And all the clouds that read more
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York, And all the clouds that loured upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments, Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,— Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 1.
