William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
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.
Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I. When I was at home I was in a better read more
Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I. When I was at home I was in a better place; but travellers must be content. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 4.
The big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase. -As You Like It. Act ii. read more
The big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.
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.
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.
The fashion wears out more apparel than the man. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
The fashion wears out more apparel than the man. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
What 's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.
What 's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.
This will last out a night in Russia, When nights are longest there. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 1.
This will last out a night in Russia, When nights are longest there. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. read more
Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use. -Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 1.
