Act i. Sc. 1.
There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
For her own person,
It beggared all description.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety.
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CYMBELINE.
Act ii. Sc. 3.
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
Act iii. Sc. 2.
Some griefs are med'cinable.
Act iii. Sc. 6.
Weariness
Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth
Finds the down pillow hard.
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KING LEAR.
Act i. Sc. 4.
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is,
To have a thankless child.
Act i. Sc. 4.
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
Act ii. Sc. 4.
O, let not women's weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man's cheeks.
Act iil. Sc. 2.
Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
Act iii. Sc. 2.
Tremble, thou wretch,
That hast within thee undivulged crimes,
Unwhipped of justice.
Act iii. Sc. 2.
I am a man
More sinned against than sinning.
Act iii. Sc. 4.
Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides,
Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these?
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Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel.
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