William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Give you a reason on compulsion! If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason read more
Give you a reason on compulsion! If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
In that day's feats,
When he might act the woman in the scene,
He prov'd best man read more
In that day's feats,
When he might act the woman in the scene,
He prov'd best man i' th' field, and for his meed
Was brow-bound with the oak.
A wretched soul, bruised with adversity. -The Comedy of Errors. Act ii. Sc. 1.
A wretched soul, bruised with adversity. -The Comedy of Errors. Act ii. Sc. 1.
There's some ill planet reigns.
I must be patient till the heavens look
With an aspect more read more
There's some ill planet reigns.
I must be patient till the heavens look
With an aspect more favorable.
Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.
Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.
To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature. -Much Ado read more
To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
The fire i' th' flint
Shows not till it be struck; our gentle flame
Provokes itself and read more
The fire i' th' flint
Shows not till it be struck; our gentle flame
Provokes itself and like the current flies
Each bound it chafes.
O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there,
From me, whose love was of that dignity
That it read more
O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there,
From me, whose love was of that dignity
That it went hand in hand even with the vow
I made to her in marriage, and to decline
Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor
To those of mine!
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs
Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents
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Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs
Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents
The armorers accomplishing the knights,
With busy hammers closing rivets up,
Give dreadful note of preparation.
