William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
O, good my lord, no Latin!
I am not such a truant since my coming
As not read more
O, good my lord, no Latin!
I am not such a truant since my coming
As not to know the language I have lived in.
A strnage tongue makes my cause more strnage, suspicious.
Pray speak in English.
When they him spy,
As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye,
Or russet-pated choughs, many in read more
When they him spy,
As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye,
Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,
Rising and cawing at the gun's report,
Sever themselves and madly sweep the sky;
So at his sight away his fellows fly,
And at our stamp here o'er and o'er one falls;
He murder cries and help from Athens calls.
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.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared
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In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared
A rotten carcass of a butt, not rigged,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively have quit it.
Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done.
Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done.
Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
Till by broad read more
Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
Till by broad spreading it disperse to naught.
That reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. read more
That reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. -As You Like It. read more
Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
A very beadle to a humorous sigh. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.
A very beadle to a humorous sigh. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.
If't be summer news,
Smile to't before; if winterly, thou need'st
But keep that count'nance still.
If't be summer news,
Smile to't before; if winterly, thou need'st
But keep that count'nance still.
