William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
The lady doth protest too much, me thinks
The lady doth protest too much, me thinks
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
Makes deeds ill done!
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
Makes deeds ill done!
I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart; but
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I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart; but
the saying is true, 'The empty vessel makes the greatest sound.'
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention! -King Henry V. Prologue.
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention! -King Henry V. Prologue.
O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple. -The Two read more
O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
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Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
Whiter than new snow upon a raven's back.
There is no vice so simple but assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
There is no vice so simple but assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
Who wooed in haste and means to wed at leisure
Who wooed in haste and means to wed at leisure
The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it read more
The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice bless'd; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
They said they were anhungry; sighed forth proverbs--
That hunger broke stone walls, that dogs must eat,
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They said they were anhungry; sighed forth proverbs--
That hunger broke stone walls, that dogs must eat,
That meat was made for mouths, that the gods sent not
Corn for the rich men only. With these shreds
They vented their complainings, which being answered
And a petition granted them, a strange one,
To break the heart of generosity,
And make bold power look pale, they threw their caps
As they would hang them on the horns o' th' moon,
Shouting their emulation.
