William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act read more
A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
And now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked. -King Henry IV. read more
And now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
A young man married is a man that 's marr'd. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.
A young man married is a man that 's marr'd. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.
If ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it; and in his brain, Which is read more
If ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it; and in his brain, Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd With observation, the which he vents In mangled forms. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
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.
Not on thy sole, but on thy soul, harsh Jew,
Thou mak'st thy knife keen; but no metal can--
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Not on thy sole, but on thy soul, harsh Jew,
Thou mak'st thy knife keen; but no metal can--
No, not the hangman's axe--bear half the keenness
Of thy sharp envy.
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.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1.
At my fingers' ends. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
At my fingers' ends. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
This is the very false gallop of verses. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
This is the very false gallop of verses. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
