Fill all thy bones with aches. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

Fill all thy bones with aches. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

Speak me fair in death. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Speak me fair in death. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano,— A stage, where every man must play a part; And mine read more

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano,— A stage, where every man must play a part; And mine a sad one. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.

Who with a body filled and vacant mind Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread. -King Henry V. Act read more

Who with a body filled and vacant mind Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Patch grief with proverbs. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.

Patch grief with proverbs. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.

Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.

I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. -King Henry IV. Part read more

I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.

A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch, A living-dead man. -The Comedy of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1.

A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch, A living-dead man. -The Comedy of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1.

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. -Much Ado read more

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1.