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| William Shakespeare. (15641616) (continued) |
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| 544 |
| Some of us will smart for it. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1. |
| 545 |
| I was not born under a rhyming planet. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 2. |
| 546 |
| Done to death by slanderous tongues. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 3. |
| 547 |
Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath, Study to break it and not break my troth. |
| Loves Labour s Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 548 |
| Light seeking light doth light of light beguile. |
| Loves Labour s Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 549 |
Small have continual plodders ever won Save base authority from others books. These earthly godfathers of heavens lights That give a name to every fixed star Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk and wot not what they are. |
| Loves Labour s Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 550 |
At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in Mays new-fangled mirth; 1 But like of each thing that in season grows. |
| Loves Labour s Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 551 |
A man in all the worlds new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain. |
| Loves Labour s Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 552 |
| A high hope for a low heaven. |
| Loves Labour s Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 553 |
| And men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper. |
| Loves Labour s Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 554 |
| That unlettered small-knowing soul. |
| Loves Labour s Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 555 |
| A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman. |
| Loves Labour s Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 556 |
| Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow! |
| Loves Labour s Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 557 |
| The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since; but I think now t is not to be found. |
| Loves Labour s Lost. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 558 |
| The rational hind Costard. |
| Loves Labour s Lost. Act i. Sc. 2. |