Nature teaches beasts to know their friends. -Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Nature teaches beasts to know their friends. -Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1.

And like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.

And like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Under whose colours he read more

Gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Under whose colours he had fought so long. -King Richard II. Act iv. Sc. 1.

So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him! -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.

So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him! -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.

I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please. -As You read more

I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act read more

The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 1.

He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it read more

He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing read more

Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

This figure that thou here seest put,
It was for gentle Shakespeare cut,
Wherein the graver had read more

This figure that thou here seest put,
It was for gentle Shakespeare cut,
Wherein the graver had a strife
With Nature, to outdo the life:
Oh, could he but have drawn his wit
As well in brass, as he has hit
His face, the print would then surpass
All that was ever writ in brass;
But since he cannot, reader, look
Not on his picture, but his book.