Shakespeare: King Lear

Act III, Sc. IV
Out-paramoured the Turk.

Act III, Sc. IV
The prince of darkness is a gentleman.

Act III, Sc. IV
Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.

Act I, Sc. I
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides.

Act II, Sc. IV
Nature in you stands on the very verge
Of her confine.

Act I, Sc. I
I want that glib and oily art,
To speak and purpose not.

Act IV, Sc. VI
When we are born, we cry that we are come
To this great stage of fools: this a good block;
It were a delicate stratagem, to shoe
A troop of horse with felt: I'll put 't in proof;
nd when I have stol'n upon these sons-in-law,
Then, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!

Act IV, Sc. VI
Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furr'd gowns hide all.

Act III, Sc. IV
But mice and rats, and such small deer,
Have been Tom's food for seven long year.

Act I, Sc. IV
That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in; and the best of me is diligence.

Act III, Sc. VI
Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim,
Hound or spaniel, brach or lym,
Or bobtail tike or trundle-tail.

Act III, Sc. IV
Child Rowland to the dark tower came,
His word was still, fie, foh, and fum,
I smell the blood of a British man.

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