Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. read more

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1.

All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may. -The Merry read more

All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.

At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each read more

At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each thing that in season grows. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. -King Richard III. read more

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 2.

In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft, I shot his fellow of the selfsame flight The selfsame way, read more

In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft, I shot his fellow of the selfsame flight The selfsame way, with more advised watch, To find the other forth; and by adventuring both, I oft found both. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.

But in the way of bargain, mark ye me, I 'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair. -King read more

But in the way of bargain, mark ye me, I 'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.

God save the mark. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.

God save the mark. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.

I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die: I think there read more

I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die: I think there be six Richmonds in the field. -King Richard III. 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.