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I never knew so young a body with so old a head. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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The quality of mercy is not strain'd, 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. 'T is 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 sceptred 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. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel! -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Is it so nominated in the bond? -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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'T is not in the bond. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Speak me fair in death. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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An upright judge, a learned judge! -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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A second Daniel, a Daniel, Jew! Now, infidel, I have you on the hip. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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You take my house when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house; you take my life When you do take the means whereby I live. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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He is well paid that is well satisfied. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here we will sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There 's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins. Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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I am never merry when I hear sweet music. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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How many things by season season'd are To their right praise and true perfection! -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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This night methinks is but the daylight sick. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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These blessed candles of the night. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way Of starved people. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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We will answer all things faithfully. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Fortune reigns in gifts of the world. -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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The little foolery that wise men have makes a great show. -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Well said: that was laid on with a trowel. -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Your heart's desires be with you! -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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One out of suits with fortune. -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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My pride fell with my fortunes. -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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-Cel.
Author: William Shakespeare
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O, how full of briers is this working-day world! -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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We 'll have a swashing and a martial outside, As many other mannish cowards have. -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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The big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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“Poor deer,” quoth he, “thou makest a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much.” -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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And He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age! -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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O, good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I. When I was at home I was in a better place; but travellers must be content. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Author: William Shakespeare
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I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 5.
Author: William Shakespeare
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I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Author: William Shakespeare
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And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Author: William Shakespeare
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And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, “It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see,” quoth he, “how the world wags.” -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Author: William Shakespeare
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And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Author: William Shakespeare
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My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, That fools should be so deep-contemplative; And I did laugh sans intermission An hour by his dial. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Motley 's the only wear. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Author: William Shakespeare
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If ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it; and in his brain, Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd With observation, the which he vents In mangled forms. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Author: William Shakespeare
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I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Author: William Shakespeare
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