This sickness doth infect The very life-blood of our enterprise. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1.

This sickness doth infect The very life-blood of our enterprise. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee read more

Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master missed it. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

My cake is dough. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act v. Sc. 1.

My cake is dough. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act v. Sc. 1.

The human mortals. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.

The human mortals. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.

For a good poet's made, as well as born,
And such wast thou! Look how the father's face
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For a good poet's made, as well as born,
And such wast thou! Look how the father's face
Lives in his issue; even so the race
Of Shakespeare's mind and manner brightly shine
In his well-turned and true-filed lines;
In each of which he seems to shake a lance,
As brandished at the eyes of ignorance.

Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I 'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, read more

Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I 'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.

It is meat and drink to me. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1.

It is meat and drink to me. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1.

From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, read more

From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.

So wise so young, they say, do never live long. -King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 1.

So wise so young, they say, do never live long. -King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 1.