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This figure that thou here seest put,
It was for gentle Shakespeare cut,
Wherein the graver had read more
This figure that thou here seest put,
It was for gentle Shakespeare cut,
Wherein the graver had a strife
With Nature, to outdo the life:
Oh, could he but have drawn his wit
As well in brass, as he has hit
His face, the print would then surpass
All that was ever writ in brass;
But since he cannot, reader, look
Not on his picture, but his book.
'T is my vocation, Hal; 't is no sin for a man to labour in his vocation. -King Henry IV. read more
'T is my vocation, Hal; 't is no sin for a man to labour in his vocation. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever you have look'd on read more
Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
I thank you for your voices: thank you: Your most sweet voices. -Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3.
I thank you for your voices: thank you: Your most sweet voices. -Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.
Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.
As cold as any stone. -King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 3.
As cold as any stone. -King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 3.
A royal train, believe me. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 1.
A royal train, believe me. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Poor deer, quoth he, thou makest a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had read more
Poor deer, quoth he, thou makest a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.
I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, Even there read more
I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congregate. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
