Blow, blow, thou winter wind! Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. read more

Blow, blow, thou winter wind! Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

These blessed candles of the night. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.

These blessed candles of the night. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.

A buck of the first head. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.

A buck of the first head. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Except I be by Sylvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. read more

Except I be by Sylvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act iii. Sc. 1.

They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. read more

They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1.

And like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.

And like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.

You two are book-men. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.

You two are book-men. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.

There, at the moated grange, resides this dejected Mariana. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

There, at the moated grange, resides this dejected Mariana. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.

What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.