Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. read more

Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 4.

A Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

A Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 1.

When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model; And when we see the figure read more

When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 3.

Lord, what fools these mortals be! -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Lord, what fools these mortals be! -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2.

'T is well said again, And 't is a kind of good deed to say well: And yet words are read more

'T is well said again, And 't is a kind of good deed to say well: And yet words are no deeds. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak. -King Henry VI. Part III. read more

And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak. -King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 1.

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for read more

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.

The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance read more

The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.