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He was a man Of an unbounded stomach. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading; Lofty and sour to them that loved him not, But to those men that sought him sweet as summer. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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After my death I wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures. -King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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'T is a cruelty To load a falling man. -King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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A most unspotted lily shall she pass To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. -King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 5.
Author: William Shakespeare
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I have had my labour for my travail. -Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy. -Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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The baby figure of the giant mass Of things to come. -Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Modest doubt is call'd The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches To the bottom of the worst. -Troilus and Cressida. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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The common curse of mankind,—folly and ignorance. -Troilus and Cressida. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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And like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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His heart and hand both open and both free; For what he has he gives, what thinks he shows; Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iv. Sc. 5.
Author: William Shakespeare
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The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iv. Sc. 5.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had rather eleven die nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action. -Coriolanus. Act i. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Nature teaches beasts to know their friends. -Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't. -Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Many-headed multitude. -Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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I thank you for your voices: thank you: Your most sweet voices. -Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute “shall”? -Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Enough, with over-measure. -Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for 's power to thunder. -Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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That it shall hold companionship in peace With honour, as in war. -Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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-Serv.
Author: William Shakespeare
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A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears, And harsh in sound to thine. -Coriolanus. Act iv. Sc. 5.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Chaste as the icicle That 's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple. -Coriolanus. Act v. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie. -The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. -The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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With foreheads villanous low. -The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Deeper than did ever plummet sound I 'll drown my book. -The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Deeper than e'er plummet sounded. -The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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He that dies pays all debts. -The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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A kind Of excellent dumb discourse. -The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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The fringed curtains of thine eye advance. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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There 's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with 't. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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-Gon.
Author: William Shakespeare
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A very ancient and fish-like smell. -The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. -The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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My library Was dukedom large enough. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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From the still-vexed Bermoothes. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Fill all thy bones with aches. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd The wild waves whist. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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