Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them,—but not for love. -As You Like It. Act read more

Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them,—but not for love. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.

They say miracles are past. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.

They say miracles are past. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.

We will draw the curtain and show you the picture. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.

We will draw the curtain and show you the picture. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together. -All 's Well that Ends Well. read more

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act iv. Sc. 3.

This night methinks is but the daylight sick. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.

This night methinks is but the daylight sick. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.

All the world 's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their read more

All the world 's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard; Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield? -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.

O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield? -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.

But in the way of bargain, mark ye me, I 'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair. -King read more

But in the way of bargain, mark ye me, I 'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.

If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work. -King Henry IV. Part read more

If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.