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How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes! -As You Like It. Act v. read more

How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes! -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 2.

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For courage mounteth with occasion. -King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.

For courage mounteth with occasion. -King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.

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Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.

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Let the world slide. -The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 1.

Let the world slide. -The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 1.

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At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each read more

At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each thing that in season grows. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.

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Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act iii. Sc. 2.

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Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his read more

Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

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Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1.

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Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, read more

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. -The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.

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