Choice thoughts from Shakspere, by the author of 'The book of familiar quotations'. |
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... Poor- John . A strange fish ! Were 1 in England now ( as once I was ) , and had but this fish painted , not a holi- day fool there but would give a piece of silver ; there would this monster make a man ; any strange beast there makes a ...
... Poor- John . A strange fish ! Were 1 in England now ( as once I was ) , and had but this fish painted , not a holi- day fool there but would give a piece of silver ; there would this monster make a man ; any strange beast there makes a ...
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... Poor worm ! thou art infected ; This visitation shews it . MIRANDA . You look wearily . FERDINAND . No , noble mistress ; ' tis fresh morning with me When you are by at night . ( Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers ) , What is ...
... Poor worm ! thou art infected ; This visitation shews it . MIRANDA . You look wearily . FERDINAND . No , noble mistress ; ' tis fresh morning with me When you are by at night . ( Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers ) , What is ...
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... poor corpse , where my bones shall be thrown . A thousand thousands sighs to save , Lay me , O , where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave To weep there . Viola , attired as a Page , speaks of her concealed Love for the Duke . VIOLA . Ay ...
... poor corpse , where my bones shall be thrown . A thousand thousands sighs to save , Lay me , O , where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave To weep there . Viola , attired as a Page , speaks of her concealed Love for the Duke . VIOLA . Ay ...
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... poor descent ; Three things that women highly hold in hate . The Power of Poetry with Women . Say , that upon the altar of her beauty You sacrifice your tears , your sighs , your heart Write till your ink be dry ; and with your tears ...
... poor descent ; Three things that women highly hold in hate . The Power of Poetry with Women . Say , that upon the altar of her beauty You sacrifice your tears , your sighs , your heart Write till your ink be dry ; and with your tears ...
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... poor babe : Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens , To be thy nurses ! Wolves and bears , they say , Casting their savageness aside , have done Like offices of pity . ACT III . Innocence . Innocence shall make False ...
... poor babe : Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens , To be thy nurses ! Wolves and bears , they say , Casting their savageness aside , have done Like offices of pity . ACT III . Innocence . Innocence shall make False ...
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Antony art thou banished battle battle of Agincourt bear beauty blood bosom breath brother Brutus Cæsar CASSIUS cheek Cordelia Coriolanus crown Cymbeline Dauphin of France dead dear death deed Desdemona dost doth dream Duke ears earth eyes fair farewell father fear fire fool FRIAR friends gentle GHOST give grave grief HAMLET hand hath head hear heart heaven Herne the hunter honour hour Hubert Iago JULIET KING HENRY kiss lady lips live look lord Mark Antony marriage married mercy murder ne'er never night nine men's morris noble o'er Othello's peace pity play poison poor Prince queen ROMEO shame sleep smile sorrow soul speak spirit sweet sword tears tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thoughts tongue Tybalt unto virtue weep whilst wife wilt wind word wretched youth Аст Аст І
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