William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. -The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. -The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.
Had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, read more
Had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had rather eleven die nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action. -Coriolanus. Act i. Sc. 3.
And then to breakfast with What appetite you have. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
And then to breakfast with What appetite you have. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine read more
Wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem,
Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,'
Like the poor cat i' th' adage?
I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like read more
I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus And witch the world with noble horsemanship. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts read more
Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form. -King John. Act iii. Sc. 4.
That no Italian priest Shall tithe or toll in our dominions. -King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.
That no Italian priest Shall tithe or toll in our dominions. -King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive
If you will these graces to the grave,
And leave read more
Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive
If you will these graces to the grave,
And leave the world no copy.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge read more
Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
If I can do it
By aught that I can speak in his dispraise,
She shall not read more
If I can do it
By aught that I can speak in his dispraise,
She shall not long continue love to him.
