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O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow read more
O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phœbus in his strength,—a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one. -The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.
An upright judge, a learned judge! -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
An upright judge, a learned judge! -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Didst thou never hear That things ill got had ever bad success? And happy always was it for that son read more
Didst thou never hear That things ill got had ever bad success? And happy always was it for that son Whose father for his hoarding went to hell? -King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 2.
And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. read more
And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.
He was a man Of an unbounded stomach. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
He was a man Of an unbounded stomach. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie. -The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.
Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie. -The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.
'T is a cruelty To load a falling man. -King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3.
'T is a cruelty To load a falling man. -King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3.
When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little read more
When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.
So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet an union in partition. -A Midsummer Night's read more
So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet an union in partition. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2.
