William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Season your admiration for a while
With an attent ear. . . .
Season your admiration for a while
With an attent ear. . . .
Did he so often lodge in open field,
In winter's cold and summer's parching heat,
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Did he so often lodge in open field,
In winter's cold and summer's parching heat,
To conquer France, his true inheritance?
A substitute shines brightly as a king
Until a king be by, and then his state
Empties read more
A substitute shines brightly as a king
Until a king be by, and then his state
Empties itself, as dot an inland brook
Into the main of waters.
There's never a villain dwelling in all Denmark
But he's an arrant knave.
There's never a villain dwelling in all Denmark
But he's an arrant knave.
My cake is dough, but I'll in among the rest,
Out of hope of all but my share of read more
My cake is dough, but I'll in among the rest,
Out of hope of all but my share of the feast.
I'll privily away; I love the people,
But do not like to stage me to their eyes;
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I'll privily away; I love the people,
But do not like to stage me to their eyes;
Though it do well, I do not relish well
Their loud applause and aves vehement,
Nor do I think the man of safe discretion
That does not affect it.
A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.
A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.
(Pistol:) And tidings do I bring and lucky joys
And golden times and happy news of price.
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(Pistol:) And tidings do I bring and lucky joys
And golden times and happy news of price.
(Falstaff:) I pray thee now, deliver them like a man of this
world.
Mine eyes
Were not in fault, for she was beautiful;
Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor read more
Mine eyes
Were not in fault, for she was beautiful;
Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart,
That thought her like her seeming. It had been vicious
To have mistrusted her.
I fear it is too choleric a meat.
How say you to a fat tripe finely broiled?
I fear it is too choleric a meat.
How say you to a fat tripe finely broiled?