William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Would the cook were o' my mind!
Would the cook were o' my mind!
O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes
And interchanged love tokens with my child;
Thou hast read more
Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes
And interchanged love tokens with my child;
Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung
With feigning voice verses of feigning love.
The baby figure of the giant mass Of things to come. -Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3.
The baby figure of the giant mass Of things to come. -Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3.
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.
(Macbeth:) How does your patient, doctor?
(Doctor:) Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with read more
(Macbeth:) How does your patient, doctor?
(Doctor:) Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies
That keep her from her rest.
(Macbeth:) Cure her of that!
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,
Pluck from the memory of a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuffed bosom of the perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?
(Doctor:) Therein the patient
Must minister to himself.
(Macbeth:) Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it!
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock
The meat it read more
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;
But O, what damned minutes tells he o'er
Who dotes, yet doubts--suspects, yet strongly loves!
She has a housewife's hand; but that's no matter:
I say she never did invent this letter;
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She has a housewife's hand; but that's no matter:
I say she never did invent this letter;
This is a man's invention and his hand.
O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful, and yet
again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping!
O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful, and yet
again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping!
Assume a virtue if you have it not.
Assume a virtue if you have it not.
