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The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. -As You Like read more
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1.
In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft, I shot his fellow of the selfsame flight The selfsame way, read more
In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft, I shot his fellow of the selfsame flight The selfsame way, with more advised watch, To find the other forth; and by adventuring both, I oft found both. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
Must I hold a candle to my shames? -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6.
Must I hold a candle to my shames? -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6.
No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en; In brief, sir, study what you most affect. -The Taming of the read more
No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en; In brief, sir, study what you most affect. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 1.
We will draw the curtain and show you the picture. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.
We will draw the curtain and show you the picture. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.
O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse! how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my read more
O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse! how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. 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.
Are you good men and true? -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Are you good men and true? -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
In his old lunes again. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.
In his old lunes again. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.
