William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
I dote on his very absence. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.
I dote on his very absence. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.
Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
So the gods bless me,
When all our offices have been oppressed
With riotous feeders, when our read more
So the gods bless me,
When all our offices have been oppressed
With riotous feeders, when our vaults have wept
With drunken spilth of wine, when every room
Hath blazed with lights and brayed with minstrelsy,
I have retired me to a wasteful cock
And set mine eyes at flow.
(Macbeth:) Here's our chief guest.
(Lady Macbeth:) If he had been forgotten,
It had been as a read more
(Macbeth:) Here's our chief guest.
(Lady Macbeth:) If he had been forgotten,
It had been as a gap in our great feast,
And all-thing unbecoming.
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.
We bodged again, as I have been a swan
With bootless labor swim against the tide
And read more
We bodged again, as I have been a swan
With bootless labor swim against the tide
And spend her strength with overmatching waves.
And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, read more
And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly; and but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.
Truth hath a quiet breast. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.
Truth hath a quiet breast. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.
I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true. -The Winter's Tale. Act read more
I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true. -The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.
Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever you have look'd on read more
Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
