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I 'll warrant him heart-whole. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I 'll warrant him heart-whole. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
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.
Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I. When I was at home I was in a better read more
Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I. When I was at home I was in a better place; but travellers must be content. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 4.
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 2.
Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 2.
Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can read more
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination, That if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear! -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act v. Sc. 1.
The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch. -King Richard III. Act i. read more
The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 3.
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
