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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.
There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny; the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops; and read more
There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny; the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops; and I will make it felony to drink small beer. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward! Thou little valiant, great in villany! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! Thou read more
Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward! Thou little valiant, great in villany! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! Thou Fortune's champion that dost never fight But when her humorous ladyship is by To teach thee safety. -King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.
O, who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge read more
O, who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? O, no! the apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.
A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd; Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms: Nothing becomes him ill that read more
A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd; Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms: Nothing becomes him ill that he would well. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1.
He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act read more
He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1.
And then to breakfast with What appetite you have. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
And then to breakfast with What appetite you have. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the read more
No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace As mercy does. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
The best in this kind are but shadows. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act v. Sc. 1.
The best in this kind are but shadows. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act v. Sc. 1.
