William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
(Pedro:) In faith, lady, you have a merry heart.
(Beatrice:) Yea, my lord; I thank it, poor fool, it read more
(Pedro:) In faith, lady, you have a merry heart.
(Beatrice:) Yea, my lord; I thank it, poor fool, it keeps on the
windy side of care.
I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it. -As You Like It. read more
I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 4.
The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Nay, but do so then; and look you, he may come and go between you
both; and in any read more
Nay, but do so then; and look you, he may come and go between you
both; and in any case have a nay-word, that you may know one
another's mind, and the boy never need to understand anything;
for 'tis not good that children should know any wickedness. Old
folks, you know, have discretion, as they say, and know the
world.
To show our simple skill,
That is the true beginning of our end.
To show our simple skill,
That is the true beginning of our end.
Read o'er this
And after, this, and then to breakfast with
What appetite you have.
Read o'er this
And after, this, and then to breakfast with
What appetite you have.
Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head,
The least a death read more
Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head,
The least a death to nature.
Tempt not a desperate man.
Tempt not a desperate man.
O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth!
Then with passion would I shake the world,
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O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth!
Then with passion would I shake the world,
And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy
Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice,
Which scorns a modern invocation.
Here comes one with a paper: God give him grace to groan!
Here comes one with a paper: God give him grace to groan!
