The rankest compound of villanous smell that ever offended nostril. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.

The rankest compound of villanous smell that ever offended nostril. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.

The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones Do use read more

The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.

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.

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.

Let it serve for table-talk. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 5.

Let it serve for table-talk. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 5.

There, Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb
The crowns o' the world. Oh, eyes sublime
With tears and read more

There, Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb
The crowns o' the world. Oh, eyes sublime
With tears and laughter for all time.

Nor sequent centuries could hit
Orbit and sum of Shakespeare's wit.

Nor sequent centuries could hit
Orbit and sum of Shakespeare's wit.

Accommodated; that is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated; or when a man is, being, whereby a' may read more

Accommodated; that is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated; or when a man is, being, whereby a' may be thought to be accommodated,—which is an excellent thing. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow! -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. read more

Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow! -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.