William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
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.
So curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion soever. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.
So curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion soever. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.
 At length her grace rose and with modest paces
 Came to the altar, where she kneeled, and saint-like
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 At length her grace rose and with modest paces
 Came to the altar, where she kneeled, and saint-like
  Cast her fair eyes to heaven and prayed devoutly;
   Then rose again and bowed her to the people;
    When by the Archbishop of Canterbury
     She had all the royal makings of a queen,
      As holy oil, Edward Confessor's crown,
       The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems
        Laid nobly on her; which performed, the choir
         With all the choicest music of the kingdom
          Together sung 'Te Deum.' So she parted
           And with the same full state packed back again
            To York Place, where the feast is held. 
 This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons pease,
 And utters it again when God doth please.  
 This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons pease,
 And utters it again when God doth please. 
 Why, so can I, or so can any man;
 But will they come when you do call for them?  
 Why, so can I, or so can any man;
 But will they come when you do call for them? 
Framed in the prodigality of nature. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2.
Framed in the prodigality of nature. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2.
To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast Fits a dull fighter and a keen read more
To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 2.
In those holy fields Over whose acres walked those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our read more
In those holy fields Over whose acres walked those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1.
For he is but a bastard to the time That doth not smack of observation. -King John. Act i. Sc. read more
For he is but a bastard to the time That doth not smack of observation. -King John. Act i. Sc. 1.
I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.
I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.