William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Berowne they call him; but a merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent read more
Berowne they call him; but a merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal.
(Salerio:) . . . if my gossip Report be an honest woman of her
word.
(Solanio:) I would read more
(Salerio:) . . . if my gossip Report be an honest woman of her
word.
(Solanio:) I would she were as lying a gossip in that as ever
knapped ginger or made her neighbors believe she wept for the
death of a third husband.
Anon, as patient as the female dove
When that her golden couplets are disclosed,
His silence will read more
Anon, as patient as the female dove
When that her golden couplets are disclosed,
His silence will sit drooping.
By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of read more
By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
Wherefore are these things hid? -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
Wherefore are these things hid? -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I 'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, read more
Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I 'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. read more
Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent
lamb should be made parchment? that read more
Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent
lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled
o'er, should undo a man? Some say the bee stings, but I say 'tis
the bee's wax; for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was
never mind own man since.
Give every man your ear, but few thy voice. Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Give every man your ear, but few thy voice. Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Fight till the last gasp.
Fight till the last gasp.
