Warwick, peace, Proud setter up and puller down of kings! -King Henry VI. Part III. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Warwick, peace, Proud setter up and puller down of kings! -King Henry VI. Part III. Act iii. Sc. 3.

For a good poet's made, as well as born,
And such wast thou! Look how the father's face
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For a good poet's made, as well as born,
And such wast thou! Look how the father's face
Lives in his issue; even so the race
Of Shakespeare's mind and manner brightly shine
In his well-turned and true-filed lines;
In each of which he seems to shake a lance,
As brandished at the eyes of ignorance.

Eating the bitter bread of banishment. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Eating the bitter bread of banishment. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 1.

To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or read more

To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess. -King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.

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.

He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it read more

He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.

But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in read more

But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.

By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the read more

By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.

Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.

Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.