And even for that do I love you the more. I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius,
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me
The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart—see, they bark at me
Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? And the creature run from the cur. There thou mightst behold the great image of authority—a dog's obeyed in office
Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men; As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are 'clept
I am sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips, let no dog bark
Thou callest me a dog before thou hast cause. But since I am a dog, beware my fangs.
Out, dog! out, cur! thou drivest me past the bounds Of maiden's patience.
All that I have to say, is, to tell you that the lanthorn is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog.
Wool of bat and tongue of dog
Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.
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