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- Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "The Merry Wives of Windsor", Act 1 scene 4
- O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible,
As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "The Two Gentlemen of Verona", Act 2 scene 1
- Merrily, merrily shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "The Tempest", Act 5 scene 1
- Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "The Tempest", Act 1 scene 2
- What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time? - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "The Tempest", Act 1 scene 2
- O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "Othello", Act 3 scene 3
- O, now, for ever
Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content! Farewell the plumed troop and the big wars That make ambition virtue! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner, and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone! - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "Othello", Act 3 scene 3
- I understand a fury in your words,
But not the words. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "Othello", Act 4 scene 2
- 'Tis neither here nor there.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "Othello", Act 4 scene 3
- Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "Antony and Cleopatra", Act 2 scene 2
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