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To hold opinion with Pythagoras, That souls of animals infuse themselves Into the trunks of men. The Merchant of Venice, IV.i.133-135 Wouldst thou have thyself fall in the confusion of men, and remain a beast with the beasts? Timon of Athens, IV.iii.51
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Wert thou the unicorn, pride and wrath would confound thee and make thine own self the conquest of thy fury.
#TimonofAthens IV.iii.377-379
Come, I’ll go see this Italian.
#Cymbeline II.i.49
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
#Macbeth IV.i.10-11
O sleep! O gentle sleep!
Nature’s soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down,
And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
#Henry4pt2 III.i.5-8
An otter, Sir John, why an otter?
#Henry4pt2 III.iii.134
Marry, sir, she’s the kitchen wench and all grease, and I know not what use to put her to…
#ComedyOfErrors III.ii.103-105
O sleep! O gentle sleep!
Nature’s soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down,
And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
#Henry4pt2 III.i.5-8
Fight I will no more,
But yield me to the veriest hind that shall
Once touch my shoulder.
#Cymbeline V.iii.85-87
These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which as they kiss consume.
#RomeoAndJuliet II.vi.9-11
It is of such a spacious lofty pitch
Your roof were not sufficient to contain’t.
#HenryVIpt1 II.iii.57-58
Witness this wretched stump; witness these crimson lines
#TitusAndronicus V.ii.22-23
Tut, I have the best armor of the world.
HenryV III.vii.1
Where we are,
There’s daggers in men’s smiles
#Macbeth II.iii.165
A gentleman of Tyre, my name Pericles.
#Pericles II.iii.85
O, will you eat
No grapes, my royal fox?
#AllsWellThatEndsWell II.1.81-82
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them,
The good is oft interred with their bones
#JuliusCaesar III.ii.83-85
*Enter certain reapers, properly habited*
Make holiday; your rye-straw hats put on,
And these fresh nymphs encounter every one
In country footing.
#Tempest IV.i.152-154
Fare you well, my lord, and believe this of me: there can be no kernel in this light nut
#AllsWellThatEndsWell II.v.43-44
Let us kill him, and we’ll have corn at our own price. Is’t a verdict?
#Coriolanus I.i.10-11