William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
He was ever precise in promise-keeping. -Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 2.
He was ever precise in promise-keeping. -Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 2.
O, let her brother live:
Thieves for the robbery have authority
When judges steal themselves.
O, let her brother live:
Thieves for the robbery have authority
When judges steal themselves.
This grief is crowned with consolation, you old smock brings
forth a new petticoat, and indeed the tears live read more
This grief is crowned with consolation, you old smock brings
forth a new petticoat, and indeed the tears live in an onion that
should water this sorrow.
My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells read more
My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortured soul
Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy,
For read more
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy,
For the apparel oft proclaims the man,
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
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.
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act i. read more
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 1.
Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his read more
Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.
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.
