Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 3.

If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, read more

If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour! -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 1.

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes read more

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.

All hell shall stir for this. -King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 1.

All hell shall stir for this. -King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 1.

In King Cambyses' vein. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

In King Cambyses' vein. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. read more

I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.

Delivers in such apt and gracious words That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite read more

Delivers in such apt and gracious words That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1.

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 Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel! -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel! -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.