William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Patch grief with proverbs. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.
Patch grief with proverbs. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.
Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.
Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.
And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers,
Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her;
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And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers,
Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her;
And, where I thought the remnant of mine age
Should have been cherished by her childlike duty,
I now am full resolved to take a wife
And turn her out to who will take her in.
Intend some fear;
Be not you spoke with but by mighty suit;
And look you get a read more
Intend some fear;
Be not you spoke with but by mighty suit;
And look you get a prayer book in your hand
And stand between two churchmen, good my lord,
For on that ground I'll make a holy descant;
And be not easily won to our requests.
Mocking the air with colours idly spread. -King John. Act v. Sc. 1.
Mocking the air with colours idly spread. -King John. Act v. Sc. 1.
Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege read more
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.
O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year! -The Merry Wives of read more
O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year! -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 4.
And truly, I'll devise some honest slanders
To stain my cousin with. One doth not know
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And truly, I'll devise some honest slanders
To stain my cousin with. One doth not know
How much an ill word may empoison liking.
A rascally yea-forsooth knave. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.
A rascally yea-forsooth knave. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.
