William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
What should a man do but be merry? For look you how cheerfully
my mother looks, and my father read more
What should a man do but be merry? For look you how cheerfully
my mother looks, and my father died within's two hours.
This Tharsus, o'er which I have the government,
A city on whom Plenty held full hand,
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This Tharsus, o'er which I have the government,
A city on whom Plenty held full hand,
For Riches strewed herself even in her streets;
Whose towers bore heads so high they kissed the clouds,
And strangers ne'er beheld but wond'red at;
Whose men and dames so jetted and adorned,
Like one another's glass to trim them by;
Their tables were stored full, to glad the sight,
And not so much to feed on as delight;
All poverty was scorned, and pride so great
The name of help grew odious to repeat.
Marry, you are the wiser man; for many a man's tongue shakes out
his master's undoing.
Marry, you are the wiser man; for many a man's tongue shakes out
his master's undoing.
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.
Your heart's desires be with you! -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
Your heart's desires be with you! -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
This is Ercles' vein. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
This is Ercles' vein. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
Therefore they thought it good for hear a play
And frame your mind to mirth and merriment,
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Therefore they thought it good for hear a play
And frame your mind to mirth and merriment,
Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.
Were't not affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy honored love,
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Were't not affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy honored love,
I rather would entreat thy company
To see the wonders of the world abroad
Than, living dully sluggardized at home,
Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.
And men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
And men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
I am not merry; but I do beguile
The thing I am by seeming otherwise.
I am not merry; but I do beguile
The thing I am by seeming otherwise.
