William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
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O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
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From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leapt with him;
Yet nor the lays of birds, not the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odor and in hue,
Could make me any summer's story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:
Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight,
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
Yet seemed it winter still, and you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play.
A load would sink a navy. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
A load would sink a navy. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought. -King Henry read more
I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
O, how full of briers is this working-day world! -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3.
O, how full of briers is this working-day world! -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3.
She bears a duke's revenues on her back,
And in her heart she scorns our poverty.
She bears a duke's revenues on her back,
And in her heart she scorns our poverty.
They say be parted well and paid his score,
And so, God be with him.
They say be parted well and paid his score,
And so, God be with him.
Why, universal plodding poisons up
The nimble spirits in the arteries,
As motion and long-during action tires
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Why, universal plodding poisons up
The nimble spirits in the arteries,
As motion and long-during action tires
The sinewy vigor of the traveller.
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act read more
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 1.
