William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Lady, you know no rules of charity,
Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.
Lady, you know no rules of charity,
Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.
Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh
And sees fast-by a butcher with an axe,
But read more
Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh
And sees fast-by a butcher with an axe,
But will suspect 'twas he that made the slaughter?
Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. read more
Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. -King Henry read more
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2.
At my fingers' ends. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
At my fingers' ends. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame, And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs. -King John. Act read more
Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame, And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs. -King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.
And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It read more
And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.
They have measured many a mile To tread a measure with you on this grass. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act read more
They have measured many a mile To tread a measure with you on this grass. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.
I never tempted her with word too large, But, as a brother to his sister, show'd Bashful sincerity and comely read more
I never tempted her with word too large, But, as a brother to his sister, show'd Bashful sincerity and comely love. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.
