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Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast. -The Comedy of Errors. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast. -The Comedy of Errors. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Nature herself was proud of his designs,
And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines!
Which read more
Nature herself was proud of his designs,
And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines!
Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit,
As since, she will vouchsafe no other wit.
So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet an union in partition. -A Midsummer Night's read more
So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet an union in partition. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2.
And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, It read more
And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see, quoth he, how the world wags. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
A good old man, sir; he will be talking: as they say, When the age is in the wit is read more
A good old man, sir; he will be talking: as they say, When the age is in the wit is out. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5.
Consideration, like an angel, came And whipped the offending Adam out of him. -King Henry V. Act i. Sc. 1.
Consideration, like an angel, came And whipped the offending Adam out of him. -King Henry V. Act i. Sc. 1.
He is of a very melancholy disposition. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
He is of a very melancholy disposition. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. -King Henry read more
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2.
O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield? -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.
O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield? -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.
