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.

He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity. -King Henry IV. Part II. read more

He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 4.

Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we marched on without impediment. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. read more

Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we marched on without impediment. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 2.

An upright judge, a learned judge! -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

An upright judge, a learned judge! -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

I have peppered two of them: two I am sure I have paid, two rogues in buckram suits. I tell read more

I have peppered two of them: two I am sure I have paid, two rogues in buckram suits. I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face; call me horse. Thou knowest my old ward: here I lay, and thus I bore my point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at me— -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip! -Twelfth Night. Act iii. read more

Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip! -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 2.

Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 2.

The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination, And every lovely organ of her life, read more

The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination, And every lovely organ of her life, Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, More moving-delicate and full of life Into the eye and prospect of his soul. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace read more

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there 's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger: Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood. -King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 1.