William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
This tyrant, whole sole name blisters our tongues,
Was once thought honest; you have loved him well;
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This tyrant, whole sole name blisters our tongues,
Was once thought honest; you have loved him well;
He hath not touched you yet.
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.
There 's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good read more
There 's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with 't. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye: Give him read more
An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye: Give him a little earth for charity! -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. read more
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do! -Much Ado read more
O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do! -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Now, ye familiar spirits that are culled
Out of the powerful legions under earth,
Help me this read more
Now, ye familiar spirits that are culled
Out of the powerful legions under earth,
Help me this once, that France may get the field.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
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By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if me my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honor,
I am the most offending soul alive.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
Old father antic the law. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
Old father antic the law. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
