William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
A man can die but once. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
A man can die but once. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I 'll tickle your catastrophe. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
I 'll tickle your catastrophe. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
(Goneril:) I have been worth the whistle.
(Albany:) O Goneril,
You are not worth the dust which read more
(Goneril:) I have been worth the whistle.
(Albany:) O Goneril,
You are not worth the dust which the rude wind
Blows in your face.
For my voice, I have lost it with halloing and singing of anthems. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. read more
For my voice, I have lost it with halloing and singing of anthems. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.
Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, read more
Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man? -King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2.
It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.
It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.
O Ceremony, show me but thy worth?
What is thy soul of adoration?
Art thou aught else read more
O Ceremony, show me but thy worth?
What is thy soul of adoration?
Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form,
Creating awe and fear in other men?
Who has a book of all that monarchs do,
He's more secure to keep it shut than shown;
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Who has a book of all that monarchs do,
He's more secure to keep it shut than shown;
For vice repeated is like the wand'ring wind,
Blows dust in others' eye, to spread itself;
And yet the end of all is bought thus dear,
The breath is gone, and the sore eyes see clear
To stop the air would hurt them.
O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow read more
O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phœbus in his strength,—a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one. -The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.
Let still the woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her read more
Let still the woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart: For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.
