In his old lunes again. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.

In his old lunes again. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.

O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield? -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.

O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield? -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.

And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, read more

And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly; and but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.

The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch. -King Richard III. Act i. read more

The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 3.

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. read more

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.

Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.

Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.

Aggravate your choler. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Aggravate your choler. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 4.

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.

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.