By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the read more

By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.

Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Falstaff sweats to death, And lards the lean earth as he walks along. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. read more

Falstaff sweats to death, And lards the lean earth as he walks along. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 2.

There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue in his outward parts. -The Merchant of Venice. read more

There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue in his outward parts. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iv. Sc. 1.

I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Come not within the measure of my wrath. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4.

Come not within the measure of my wrath. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4.

I remember, the players have often mentioned it as an honour to
Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he read more

I remember, the players have often mentioned it as an honour to
Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never
plotted out a line. My answer hath been, would he had blotted a
thousand.

And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends stolen out of holy writ, And seem a saint read more

And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends stolen out of holy writ, And seem a saint when most I play the devil. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 3.

Masters, spread yourselves. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.

Masters, spread yourselves. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.