Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. read more

Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Now you who rhyme, and I who rhyme,
Have not we sworn it, many a time,
That read more

Now you who rhyme, and I who rhyme,
Have not we sworn it, many a time,
That we no more our verse would scrawl,
For Shakespeare he had said it all!

All plumed like estridges that with the wind Baited like eagles having lately bathed; Glittering in golden coats, like images; read more

All plumed like estridges that with the wind Baited like eagles having lately bathed; Glittering in golden coats, like images; As full of spirit as the month of May, And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. 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.

In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt But being season'd with a gracious voice Obscures the show of evil? read more

In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt But being season'd with a gracious voice Obscures the show of evil? -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.

We are ready to try our fortunes To the last man. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2.

We are ready to try our fortunes To the last man. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2.

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.

I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. -King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 1.

I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. -King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Service is no heritage. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 3.

Service is no heritage. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 3.