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'T is strange that death should sing. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death, And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings His soul and body to their lasting rest. -King John. Act v. Sc. 7.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Now my soul hath elbow-room. -King John. Act v. Sc. 7.
Author: William Shakespeare
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This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror. -King John. Act v. Sc. 7.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true. -King John. Act v. Sc. 7.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Truth hath a quiet breast. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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O, who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? O, no! the apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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The tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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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.
Author: William Shakespeare
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This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands,— This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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The ripest fruit first falls. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Eating the bitter bread of banishment. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Fires the proud tops of the eastern pines. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm off from an anointed king. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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O, call back yesterday, bid time return! -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Let 's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall—and farewell king! -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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He is come to open The purple testament of bleeding war. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Under whose colours he had fought so long. -King Richard II. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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A mockery king of snow. -King Richard II. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious. -King Richard II. Act v. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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As for a camel To thread the postern of a small needle's eye. -King Richard II. Act v. Sc. 5.
Author: William Shakespeare
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So shaken as we are, so wan with care. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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In those holy fields Over whose acres walked those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Old father antic the law. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Thou hast damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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And now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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'T is my vocation, Hal; 't is no sin for a man to labour in his vocation. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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He will give the devil his due. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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There 's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reap'd Showed like a stubble-land at harvest-home; He was perfumed like a milliner, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and took 't away again. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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God save the mark. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly; and but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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The blood more stirs To rouse a lion than to start a hare! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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I know a trick worth two of that. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I 'll be hanged. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Falstaff sweats to death, And lards the lean earth as he walks along. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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