William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
It was alway yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing to make it too read more
It was alway yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing to make it too common. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.
Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on,—how then? Can honour set read more
Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on,—how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour; what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'T is insensible, then? yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I 'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon. And so ends my catechism. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 1.
Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since Sits on his horse back at mine hostess' door. -King John. read more
Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since Sits on his horse back at mine hostess' door. -King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.
I pray you all,
If you have hitherto concealed this sight,
Let it be tenable in your read more
I pray you all,
If you have hitherto concealed this sight,
Let it be tenable in your silence still.
And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,
Give it an understanding but no tongue.
These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as read more
These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume.
And, being fed by us, you used us so
As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird,
Useth read more
And, being fed by us, you used us so
As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird,
Useth the sparrow--did oppress our nest; . . .
The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 5.
Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 5.
O, that he were here to write me down an ass! -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.
O, that he were here to write me down an ass! -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Having nothing, nothing can he lose.
Having nothing, nothing can he lose.
