Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast. -The Comedy of Errors. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast. -The Comedy of Errors. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Except I be by Sylvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. read more

Except I be by Sylvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act iii. Sc. 1.

For when did friendship take A breed for barren metal of his friend? -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. read more

For when did friendship take A breed for barren metal of his friend? -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.

Why should a man whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster? -The Merchant of Venice. read more

Why should a man whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster? -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.

Halcyon days. -King Henry VI. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.

Halcyon days. -King Henry VI. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.

Make the coming hour o'erflow with joy, And pleasure drown the brim. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. read more

Make the coming hour o'erflow with joy, And pleasure drown the brim. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 5.

Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 5.

Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch; Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth; Between two blades, which read more

Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch; Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth; Between two blades, which bears the better temper; Between two horses, which doth bear him best; Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye,— I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgment; But in these nice sharp quillets of the law, Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw. -King Henry VI. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying! I grant you I was down and out of breath; and read more

Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying! I grant you I was down and out of breath; and so was he. But we rose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.