For ever and a day. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.

For ever and a day. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.

We cannot hold mortality's strong hand. -King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.

We cannot hold mortality's strong hand. -King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.

The young gentleman, according to Fates and Destinies and such odd sayings, the Sisters Three and such branches of learning, read more

The young gentleman, according to Fates and Destinies and such odd sayings, the Sisters Three and such branches of learning, is indeed deceased; or, as you would say in plain terms, gone to heaven. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.

There 's a skirmish of wit between them. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.

There 's a skirmish of wit between them. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.

Palsied eld. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Palsied eld. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel! -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel! -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. -The Merchant of read more

How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.

This is very midsummer madness. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.

This is very midsummer madness. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on,—how then? Can honour set read more

Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on,—how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour; what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'T is insensible, then? yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I 'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon. And so ends my catechism. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 1.