William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
O, monstrous! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. read more
O, monstrous! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
'T were all one That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it. -All 's Well read more
'T were all one That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 1.
I charge thee, Satan, housed within this man,
To yield possession to my holy prayers,
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I charge thee, Satan, housed within this man,
To yield possession to my holy prayers,
And to thy state of darkness hie thee straight.
I conjure thee by all the saints in heaven.
The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
A thing devised by the enemy. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
A thing devised by the enemy. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn? -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn? -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3.
I have gained my experience. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I have gained my experience. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Are you drawn forth among a world of men
To slay the innocent? What is my offense?
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Are you drawn forth among a world of men
To slay the innocent? What is my offense?
Where is the evidence that doth accuse me?
What lawful quest have given their verdict up
Unto the frowning judge? or who pronounced
The bitter sentence of poor Clarence's death
Before I be convict by course of law?
To threaten me with death is most unlawful:
I charge you, as you hope [to have redemption
By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous sins,]
That you depart, and lay no hands on me.
The deed you undertake is damnable.
All gold and silver rather turn to dirt,
An 'tis no better reckoned but of these
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All gold and silver rather turn to dirt,
An 'tis no better reckoned but of these
Who worship dirty gods.