William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.
He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.
If I were as tedious as a king, I could find it in my heart to bestow it all of read more
If I were as tedious as a king, I could find it in my heart to bestow it all of your worship. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5.
O God! that one might read the book of fate,
And see the revolution of the times
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O God! that one might read the book of fate,
And see the revolution of the times
Make mountains level. and the continent,
Weary of solid firmness, melt itself
Into the sea!
It may do good; pride hath no other glass
To show itself but pride, for supple knees
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It may do good; pride hath no other glass
To show itself but pride, for supple knees
Feed arrogance and are the proud man's fees.
Madam, you have bereft me of all words.
Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,
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Madam, you have bereft me of all words.
Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,
And there is such confusion in my powers
As, after some oration fairly spoke
By a beloved prince, there doth appear
Among the buzzing pleased multitude,
Where every something being blent together
Turns to a wild of nothing, save of joy
Expressed and not expressed.
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest,
From his moist cabinet mounts up on high
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Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest,
From his moist cabinet mounts up on high
And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast
The sun ariseth in his majesty;
Who doth the world so gloriously behold
That cedar tops and hills seem burnished gold.
I wished your venison better--it was ill killed.
I wished your venison better--it was ill killed.
Stoop, boys. This gate
Instructs you how t' adore the heavens and bows you
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Stoop, boys. This gate
Instructs you how t' adore the heavens and bows you
To a morning's holy office.
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. read more
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6.
