You May Also Like / View all maxioms
Blow, blow, thou winter wind! Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. read more
Blow, blow, thou winter wind! Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar-school; and whereas, before, our forefathers had read more
Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar-school; and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 7.
This Booke
When Brasse and Marble fade, shall make thee looke
Fresh to all Ages.
This Booke
When Brasse and Marble fade, shall make thee looke
Fresh to all Ages.
Many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
Many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
The hind that would be mated by the lion Must die for love. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act read more
The hind that would be mated by the lion Must die for love. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 1.
Is it a world to hide virtues in? -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
Is it a world to hide virtues in? -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
The boy hath sold him a bargain,—a goose. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.
The boy hath sold him a bargain,—a goose. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.
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.
As sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And when Love speaks, the voice of all read more
As sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.
