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I remember, the players have often mentioned it as an honour to
Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he read more
I remember, the players have often mentioned it as an honour to
Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never
plotted out a line. My answer hath been, would he had blotted a
thousand.
Let the end try the man. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Let the end try the man. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 2.
He makes sweet music with th' enamell'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage. read more
He makes sweet music with th' enamell'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 7.
I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers. -King Henry IV. Part read more
I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
If they make you not then the better answer, you may say they are not the men you took them read more
If they make you not then the better answer, you may say they are not the men you took them for. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
But man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he 's most assured, His glassy read more
But man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he 's most assured, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As make the angels weep. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Truth hath a quiet breast. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.
Truth hath a quiet breast. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.
Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.
And men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
And men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.