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They say we are Almost as like as eggs. -The Winter's Tale. Act i. Sc. 2.
They say we are Almost as like as eggs. -The Winter's Tale. Act i. Sc. 2.
A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act read more
A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
O heaven! were man But constant, he were perfect. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4.
O heaven! were man But constant, he were perfect. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4.
Light seeking light doth light of light beguile. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
Light seeking light doth light of light beguile. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
They have measured many a mile To tread a measure with you on this grass. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act read more
They have measured many a mile To tread a measure with you on this grass. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.
If I say that Shakespeare is the greatest of intellects, I have
said all concerning him. But there is read more
If I say that Shakespeare is the greatest of intellects, I have
said all concerning him. But there is more in Shakespeare's
intellect than we have yet seen. It is what I call an
unconscious intellect; there is more virtue in it that he himself
is aware of.
A Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
A Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like read more
Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I have mark'd A thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames In angel whiteness beat read more
I have mark'd A thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames In angel whiteness beat away those blushes. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.
