Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way Of starved people. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.

Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way Of starved people. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.

How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes! -As You Like It. Act v. read more

How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes! -As You Like It. Act v. 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.

A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act v. Sc. 1.

A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act v. Sc. 1.

To unpathed waters, undreamed shores. -The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.

To unpathed waters, undreamed shores. -The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.

Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth The tender read more

Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have: And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Convey, the wise it call. Steal! foh! a fico for the phrase! -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. read more

Convey, the wise it call. Steal! foh! a fico for the phrase! -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.

A wretched soul, bruised with adversity. -The Comedy of Errors. Act ii. Sc. 1.

A wretched soul, bruised with adversity. -The Comedy of Errors. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 1.