Good orators, when they are out, they will spit. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Good orators, when they are out, they will spit. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.

He hath indeed better bettered expectation. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.

He hath indeed better bettered expectation. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.

O, monstrous! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. read more

O, monstrous! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner read more

No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 2.

Mocking the air with colours idly spread. -King John. Act v. Sc. 1.

Mocking the air with colours idly spread. -King John. Act v. Sc. 1.

The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.

The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.

Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since Sits on his horse back at mine hostess' door. -King John. read more

Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since Sits on his horse back at mine hostess' door. -King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York, And all the clouds that read more

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York, And all the clouds that loured upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments, Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,— Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 1.

We would, and we would not. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 4.

We would, and we would not. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 4.