Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools. -As You Like It. Act read more

Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4.

What point of morals, of manners, of economy, of philosophy, of
religion, of taste, of the conduct of life, read more

What point of morals, of manners, of economy, of philosophy, of
religion, of taste, of the conduct of life, has he not settled?
What mystery has he not signified his knowledge of? What office,
or function, or district of man's work, has he not remembered?
What king has he not taught state, as Talma taught Napoleon?
What maiden has not found him finer than her delicacy? What
lover has he not outloved? What sage has he not outseen? What
gentleman has he not instructed in the rudeness of his behavior?

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.

If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. read more

If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.

A mockery king of snow. -King Richard II. Act iv. Sc. 1.

A mockery king of snow. -King Richard II. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like read more

Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye: Give him read more

An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye: Give him a little earth for charity! -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.

In his old lunes again. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.

In his old lunes again. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.