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.

O, that he were here to write me down an ass! -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.

O, that he were here to write me down an ass! -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.

All hell shall stir for this. -King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 1.

All hell shall stir for this. -King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 1.

Let still the woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her read more

Let still the woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart: For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.

-Glen.

-Glen.

This is the very false gallop of verses. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.

This is the very false gallop of verses. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

There, Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb
The crowns o' the world. Oh, eyes sublime
With tears and read more

There, Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb
The crowns o' the world. Oh, eyes sublime
With tears and laughter for all time.

The mirror of all courtesy. -King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 1.

The mirror of all courtesy. -King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 1.