All that glisters is not gold. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 7.

All that glisters is not gold. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 7.

All the world 's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their read more

All the world 's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard; Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

Priscian! a little scratched, 't will serve. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1.

Priscian! a little scratched, 't will serve. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1.

An arrant traitor as any is in the universal world, or in France, or in England! -King Henry V. Act read more

An arrant traitor as any is in the universal world, or in France, or in England! -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 8.

Service is no heritage. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 3.

Service is no heritage. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 3.

Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key, With bated breath and whispering humbleness. -The Merchant of Venice. Act read more

Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key, With bated breath and whispering humbleness. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.

Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in read more

Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 1.

I had rather than forty shillings I had my Book of Songs and Sonnets here. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. read more

I had rather than forty shillings I had my Book of Songs and Sonnets here. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.