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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.
It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever. -King Henry IV. read more
It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act i. Sc. 1.
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act i. Sc. 1.
O, I have passed a miserable night, So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams, That, as I am a read more
O, I have passed a miserable night, So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 't were to buy a world of happy days. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 4.
The why is plain as way to parish church. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
The why is plain as way to parish church. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice? -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice? -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh
To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie
A little nearer read more
Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh
To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie
A little nearer Spenser, to make room
For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb.
A high hope for a low heaven. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
A high hope for a low heaven. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
All things that are, Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd. How like a younker or a prodigal The scarfed read more
All things that are, Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd. How like a younker or a prodigal The scarfed bark puts from her native bay, Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind! How like the prodigal doth she return, With over-weather'd ribs and ragged sails, Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind! -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6.
