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| William Shakespeare. (15641616) (continued) |
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| 1740 |
Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim, Hound or spaniel, brach or lym, Or bobtail tike or trundle-tail. |
| King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 6. |
| 1741 |
| I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course. |
| King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 7. |
| 1742 |
| The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune. |
| King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 1. |
| 1743 |
The worst is not So long as we can say, This is the worst. |
| King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 1. |
| 1744 |
Patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest. |
| King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 3. |
| 1745 |
Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen that walk upon the beach Appear like mice. |
| King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6. |
| 1746 |
| Nature s above art in that respect. |
| King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6. |
| 1747 |
| Ay, every inch a king. |
| King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6. |
| 1748 |
| Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination. |
| King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6. |
| 1749 |
| A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief? |
| King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6. |
| 1750 |
Through tatterd clothes small vices do appear; Robes and furrd gowns hide all. |
| King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6. |
| 1751 |
Mine enemys dog, Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire. |
| King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 7. |
| 1752 |
| Pray you now, forget and forgive. |
| King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 7. |
| 1753 |
Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia, The gods themselves throw incense. |
| King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3. |
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