William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, read more
If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour! -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 1.
I 'll speak in a monstrous little voice. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
I 'll speak in a monstrous little voice. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast.
Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast.
A stirring dwarf we do allowance give
Before a sleeping giant.
A stirring dwarf we do allowance give
Before a sleeping giant.
I do now remember the poor creature, small beer. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 2.
I do now remember the poor creature, small beer. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 2.
While you live, tell truth and shame the devil! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
While you live, tell truth and shame the devil! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Nothing comes amiss; so money comes withal. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 2.
Nothing comes amiss; so money comes withal. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 2.
Masters, spread yourselves. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
Masters, spread yourselves. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
The rankest compound of villanous smell that ever offended nostril. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
The rankest compound of villanous smell that ever offended nostril. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
Was ever woman in this humour wooed? Was ever woman in this humour won? -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. read more
Was ever woman in this humour wooed? Was ever woman in this humour won? -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2.
