Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.

Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.

And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as read more

And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Play out the play. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Play out the play. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

After my death I wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from read more

After my death I wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Our myriad-minded Shakespeare.

Our myriad-minded Shakespeare.

He dies, and makes no sign. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 3.

He dies, and makes no sign. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 3.

For ever and a day. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.

For ever and a day. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.

In the twinkling of an eye. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.

In the twinkling of an eye. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way Of starved people. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.

Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way Of starved people. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.