For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye? Learning is but an adjunct read more

For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye? Learning is but an adjunct to ourself. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford read more

Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair? -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

A royal train, believe me. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 1.

A royal train, believe me. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 1.

We that are in the vaward of our youth. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.

We that are in the vaward of our youth. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.

Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains read more

Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here we will sit and let the sounds of music Creep in read more

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here we will sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There 's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins. Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.

That daffed the world aside, And bid it pass. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1.

That daffed the world aside, And bid it pass. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1.

A very ancient and fish-like smell. -The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.

A very ancient and fish-like smell. -The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.

The mirror of all courtesy. -King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 1.

The mirror of all courtesy. -King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 1.