William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him read more
As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious. -King Richard II. Act v. Sc. 2.
They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. read more
They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1.
Men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. read more
Men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.
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.
Come, seeling night,
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day,
And with thy bloody and invisible read more
Come, seeling night,
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day,
And with thy bloody and invisible hand
Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond
Which keeps me pale. Light thickens, and the crow
Makes wing to th' rooky wood.
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse,
While night's black agents to their prey do rouse.
Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?
By th' mass and 'tis, like a read more
Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?
By th' mass and 'tis, like a camel indeed.
Methinks it is like a weasel.
It is backed like a weasel.
Or like a whale.
Very like a whale.
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.
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano,— A stage, where every man must play a part; And mine read more
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano,— A stage, where every man must play a part; And mine a sad one. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
Thou that so stoutly hast resisted me,
Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold;
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Thou that so stoutly hast resisted me,
Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold;
For I have bought it with an hundred blows.
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; . . .
