The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 3.

The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 3.

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.

Let the world slide. -The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 1.

Let the world slide. -The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 1.

Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Must I hold a candle to my shames? -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6.

Must I hold a candle to my shames? -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6.

No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en; In brief, sir, study what you most affect. -The Taming of the read more

No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en; In brief, sir, study what you most affect. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 1.

"With this same key
Shakespeare unlocked his heart," once more!
Did Shakespeare? If so, the less Shakespeare read more

"With this same key
Shakespeare unlocked his heart," once more!
Did Shakespeare? If so, the less Shakespeare be!

And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as read more

And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.

Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.