'T is a cruelty To load a falling man. -King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3.

'T is a cruelty To load a falling man. -King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3.

This is the short and the long of it. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2.

This is the short and the long of it. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or die! -King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 3.

Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or die! -King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 3.

By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the read more

By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.

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.

A parlous boy. -King Richard III. Act ii. Sc. 4.

A parlous boy. -King Richard III. Act ii. Sc. 4.

This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, read more

This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands,— This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.

So wise so young, they say, do never live long. -King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 1.

So wise so young, they say, do never live long. -King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow! -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. read more

Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow! -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.