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As sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And when Love speaks, the voice of all read more

As sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.

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A buck of the first head. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.

A buck of the first head. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.

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Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow! -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. read more

Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow! -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.

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You shall comprehend all vagrom men. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.

You shall comprehend all vagrom men. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.

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Think of that, Master Brook. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.

Think of that, Master Brook. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.

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O, hell! to choose love by another's eyes. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.

O, hell! to choose love by another's eyes. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.

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Lie ten nights awake, carving the fashion of a new doublet. He was wont to speak plain and to the read more

Lie ten nights awake, carving the fashion of a new doublet. He was wont to speak plain and to the purpose. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3.

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Rob me the exchequer. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Rob me the exchequer. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3.

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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.

by William Shakespeare Found in: Geese Quotes,
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No, pray thee, let it serve for table-talk;
Then howsome'er thou speak'st, 'mong other things
I shall read more

No, pray thee, let it serve for table-talk;
Then howsome'er thou speak'st, 'mong other things
I shall digest it.

by William Shakespeare Found in: Talk Quotes,
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