Still you keep o' the windy side of the law. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Still you keep o' the windy side of the law. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.

I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open read more

I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news. -King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.

A buck of the first head. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.

A buck of the first head. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Is most tolerable, and not to be endured. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Is most tolerable, and not to be endured. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.

And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse. -King John. Act iv. Sc. read more

And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse. -King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. read more

Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use. -Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 1.

Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.

They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. -The Merchant of Venice. Act read more

They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.

All things that are, Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd. How like a younker or a prodigal The scarfed read more

All things that are, Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd. How like a younker or a prodigal The scarfed bark puts from her native bay, Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind! How like the prodigal doth she return, With over-weather'd ribs and ragged sails, Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind! -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6.