William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Now, good my lord,
Let there be some more test made of my mettle
Before so noble read more
Now, good my lord,
Let there be some more test made of my mettle
Before so noble and so great a figure
Be stamped upon it.
Whose words all ears took captive. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.
Whose words all ears took captive. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.
(Portia:) A quarrel ho! already! What's the matter?
(Gratiano:) About a hoop of gold, a paltry ring
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(Portia:) A quarrel ho! already! What's the matter?
(Gratiano:) About a hoop of gold, a paltry ring
That she did give me, whose posy was
For all the world like cutler's poetry
Upon a knife--'Love me, and leave me not.'
They do not abuse the king that flatter him.
For flattery is the bellows blows up sin;
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They do not abuse the king that flatter him.
For flattery is the bellows blows up sin;
The thing the which is flattered, but a spark
To which that blast gives heat and stronger glowing;
Whereas reproof, obedient and in order,
Fits kings as they are men, for they may err.
There is a divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance or death.
There is a divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance or death.
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.
'T is my vocation, Hal; 't is no sin for a man to labour in his vocation. -King Henry IV. read more
'T is my vocation, Hal; 't is no sin for a man to labour in his vocation. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
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.
O, good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for read more
O, good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
