On the bat’s back I do fly
After summer merrily.
Go to your bosom; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
William ShakespeareMy words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
William ShakespeareStichwörter: weird-isn-t-it
God's will! my liege, would you and I alone, Without more help, could fight this royal battle!
William ShakespeareCry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!
William ShakespeareAnd to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in
a merry hour.
BEATRICE
No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there
was a star danced, and under that was I born.
Stichwörter: act-ii much-ado-about-nothing scene-1
Men in rage strike those that wish them best.
William ShakespeareWe burn daylight.
William Shakespearewhat cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes
William ShakespeareNow the melancholy of God protect thee, and the tailor make thy doublet of changable taffata, for thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such constancy put to sea, that their business might be everything, and their intent everywhere, for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing.
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