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Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 4.
Author: William Shakespeare
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We burn daylight. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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There 's the humour of it. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Why, then the world 's mine oyster, Which I with sword will open. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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This is the short and the long of it. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Like a fair house, built on another man's ground. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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We have some salt of our youth in us. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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I cannot tell what the dickens his name is. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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What a taking was he in when your husband asked who was in the basket! -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year! -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Happy man be his dole! -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Author: William Shakespeare
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I have a kind of alacrity in sinking. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
Author: William Shakespeare
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As good luck would have it. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
Author: William Shakespeare
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The rankest compound of villanous smell that ever offended nostril. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
Author: William Shakespeare
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A man of my kidney. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Think of that, Master Brook. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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In his old lunes again. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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So curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion soever. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers…. There is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act v. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use. -Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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He was ever precise in promise-keeping. -Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home. -Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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This will last out a night in Russia, When nights are longest there. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace As mercy does. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took Found out the remedy. How would you be, If He, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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But man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he 's most assured, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As make the angels weep. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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That in the captain 's but a choleric word Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Our compell'd sins Stand more for number than for accompt. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Author: William Shakespeare
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The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Palsied eld. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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The sense of death is most in apprehension; And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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The cunning livery of hell. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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The weariest and most loathed worldly life That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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There, at the moated grange, resides this dejected Mariana. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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O, what may man within him hide, Though angel on the outward side! -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again, bring again; Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Every true man's apparel fits your thief. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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We would, and we would not. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 4.
Author: William Shakespeare
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A forted residence 'gainst the tooth of time And razure of oblivion. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Truth is truth To the end of reckoning. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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My business in this state Made me a looker on here in Vienna. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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