He is well paid that is well satisfied. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

He is well paid that is well satisfied. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

'T is all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's read more

'T is all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.

Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. read more

Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.

She 's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won. -King Henry VI. Part read more

She 's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won. -King Henry VI. Part I. Act v. Sc. 3.

And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave. -King Richard II. Act iii. read more

And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his read more

Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.

I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true. -The Winter's Tale. Act read more

I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true. -The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, read more

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. -The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.

The baby figure of the giant mass Of things to come. -Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3.

The baby figure of the giant mass Of things to come. -Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3.