My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, That fools should be so deep-contemplative; And I did laugh sans intermission An read more

My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, That fools should be so deep-contemplative; And I did laugh sans intermission An hour by his dial. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin As self-neglecting. -King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin As self-neglecting. -King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 4.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. -King Richard III. read more

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 2.

I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following; but I will read more

I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you. What news on the Rialto? -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.

The gentleman is not in your books. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.

The gentleman is not in your books. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.

The most peaceable way for you if you do take a thief, is to let him show himself what he read more

The most peaceable way for you if you do take a thief, is to let him show himself what he is and steal out of your company. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.

The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iv. read more

The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iv. Sc. 5.

O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year! -The Merry Wives of read more

O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year! -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts read more

Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form. -King John. Act iii. Sc. 4.