William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time? -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time? -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
Company, villanous company, hath been the spoil of me. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Company, villanous company, hath been the spoil of me. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3.
The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance read more
The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Why, our battalia trebles that account:
Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength,
Which they read more
Why, our battalia trebles that account:
Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength,
Which they upon the adverse faction want.
Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest
But may imagine how the bird was dead,
Although read more
Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest
But may imagine how the bird was dead,
Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak?
Of all complexions the culled sovereignty
Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek,
Where read more
Of all complexions the culled sovereignty
Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek,
Where several worthies make one dignity,
Where nothing wants that want itself doth seek.
I do desire we may be better strangers. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I do desire we may be better strangers. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. read more
Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
The quality of mercy is not strained;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the read more
The quality of mercy is not strained;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown.
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this scept'red sway;
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings;
It is an attribute to God himself,
And earthly power doth then show likest God's
When mercy seasons justice.
