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And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse read more
And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.
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.
Speak low if you speak love. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Speak low if you speak love. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Didst thou never hear That things ill got had ever bad success? And happy always was it for that son read more
Didst thou never hear That things ill got had ever bad success? And happy always was it for that son Whose father for his hoarding went to hell? -King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 2.
For when did friendship take A breed for barren metal of his friend? -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. read more
For when did friendship take A breed for barren metal of his friend? -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
I do desire we may be better strangers. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I do desire we may be better strangers. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it. read more
Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2.
That it shall hold companionship in peace With honour, as in war. -Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 2.
That it shall hold companionship in peace With honour, as in war. -Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 2.
As sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And when Love speaks, the voice of all read more
As sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.
