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The “why” is plain as way to parish church. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Author: William Shakespeare
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True is it that we have seen better days. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Author: William Shakespeare
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And wiped our eyes Of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Author: William Shakespeare
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All the world 's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard; Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Blow, blow, thou winter wind! Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Author: William Shakespeare
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The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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It goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd? -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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This is the very false gallop of verses. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Let us make an honourable retreat. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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With bag and baggage. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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O, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all hooping. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Answer me in one word. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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I do desire we may be better strangers. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I 'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to match it. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Neither rhyme nor reason. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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I would the gods had made thee poetical. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Down on your knees, And thank Heaven, fasting, for a good man's love. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 5.
Author: William Shakespeare
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It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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I have gained my experience. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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I 'll warrant him heart-whole. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Good orators, when they are out, they will spit. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them,—but not for love. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Can one desire too much of a good thing? -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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For ever and a day. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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It is meat and drink to me. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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“So so” is good, very good, very excellent good; and yet it is not; it is but so so. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes! -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4.
Author: William Shakespeare
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An ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4.
Author: William Shakespeare
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The Retort Courteous;… the Quip Modest;… the Reply Churlish;… the Reproof Valiant;… the Countercheck Quarrelsome;… the Lie with Circumstance;… the Lie Direct. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Your If is the only peacemaker; much virtue in If. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Good wine needs no bush. -As You Like It. Epilogue.
Author: William Shakespeare
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What a case am I in. -As You Like It. Epilogue.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Look in the chronicles; we came in with Richard Conqueror. -The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Let the world slide. -The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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I 'll not budge an inch. -The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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As Stephen Sly and old John Naps of Greece, And Peter Turph and Henry Pimpernell, And twenty more such names and men as these Which never were, nor no man ever saw. -The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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