| Quotes |
Topic |
| Kindness | Yet do I fear thy nature. It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way. |
| Kindness | Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. |
| Kings | I think the King is but a man as I am, the violet smells to him as it doth to me. |
| Knavery | There's never a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he's an arrant knave. |
| Knavery | Whip me such honest knaves! |
| Knowledge | Knowledge is the wing whereby we fly to Heaven. |
| Language | Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks. Her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body. |
| Language | Thou whoreson zed, thou unnecessary letter! |
| Language | He has strangled His language in his tears. |
| Language | You taught me language, and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you For learning me your language! |
| Language | There was speech in their dumbness, language in their very gesture. |
| Language | Great Britain and the United States are nations separated by a common language. |
| Language | It was greek to me. |
| Lapwings | Now begin, For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing runs Close by the ground, to hear our conference. |
| Larks | Then my dial goes not true, I look this lark for a bunting. |
| Larks | Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long, And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad, The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm. So hallowed and so gracious is that time. |
| Larks | It is the lark that sings so out of tune, Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. |
| Larks | It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. |
| Larks | Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty, Who doth the world so gloriously behold That cedar tops and hills seem burnished gold. |
| Liberality | Shall I say to Caesar What you require of him? For he partly begs To be desired to give. It much would please him That of his fortunes you should make a staff To lean upon. |
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