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Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key, With bated breath and whispering humbleness. -The Merchant of Venice. Act read more
Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key, With bated breath and whispering humbleness. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
'T is all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's read more
'T is all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.
Small have continual plodders ever won Save base authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights That give read more
Small have continual plodders ever won Save base authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights That give a name to every fixed star Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk and wot not what they are. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
What a case am I in. -As You Like It. Epilogue.
What a case am I in. -As You Like It. Epilogue.
Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. read more
Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 2.
We have some salt of our youth in us. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 3.
We have some salt of our youth in us. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we marched on without impediment. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. read more
Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we marched on without impediment. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 2.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. -The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. -The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, But not remember'd in thy epitaph! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act read more
Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, But not remember'd in thy epitaph! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.
