Fill all thy bones with aches. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

Fill all thy bones with aches. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

'T is my vocation, Hal; 't is no sin for a man to labour in his vocation. -King Henry IV. read more

'T is my vocation, Hal; 't is no sin for a man to labour in his vocation. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.

Exceedingly well read. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Exceedingly well read. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Unless experience be a jewel. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Unless experience be a jewel. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key, With bated breath and whispering humbleness. -The Merchant of Venice. Act read more

Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key, With bated breath and whispering humbleness. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.

Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. read more

Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 1.

O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse! how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my read more

O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse! how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1.