William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Make me to see't; or at the least so prove it
That the probation bear no hinge nor loop
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Make me to see't; or at the least so prove it
That the probation bear no hinge nor loop
To hang a doubt on--or woe upon thy life!
Every true man's apparel fits your thief. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Every true man's apparel fits your thief. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Here, here, and everywhere, he leaves and takes,
Dexterity so obeying appetite
That what he will he read more
Here, here, and everywhere, he leaves and takes,
Dexterity so obeying appetite
That what he will he does, and does so much
That proof is called impossibility.
From the still-vexed Bermoothes. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
From the still-vexed Bermoothes. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
He who the sword of heaven will bear
Should be as holy as severe;
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He who the sword of heaven will bear
Should be as holy as severe;
Pattern in himself to know,
Grace to stand, and virtue go;
More nor less to others paying
Than by self-offenses weighing.
Shame to him whose cruel striking
Kills for faults of his own liking.
Let me take you a button-hole lower. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.
Let me take you a button-hole lower. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.
The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination, And every lovely organ of her life, read more
The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination, And every lovely organ of her life, Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, More moving-delicate and full of life Into the eye and prospect of his soul. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Are much condemned to have an itching palm,
To sell read more
Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Are much condemned to have an itching palm,
To sell and mart your offices for gold
To undeservers.
Why, now blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark!
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
Why, now blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark!
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
That were to blow at fire in hope to quench it;
For who digs hills because they do aspire
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That were to blow at fire in hope to quench it;
For who digs hills because they do aspire
Throws down one mountain to cast up a higher.
