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.

Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.

A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1.

A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch; Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth; Between two blades, which read more

Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch; Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth; Between two blades, which bears the better temper; Between two horses, which doth bear him best; Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye,— I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgment; But in these nice sharp quillets of the law, Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw. -King Henry VI. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iv. read more

The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iv. Sc. 5.

I do desire we may be better strangers. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I do desire we may be better strangers. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, But not remember'd in thy epitaph! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act read more

Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, But not remember'd in thy epitaph! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.

For aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never read more

For aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.