William Shakespeare

A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain. -Love's Labour read more

A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.

When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain

When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain

'Tis plate of rare device and jewels
Of rich and exquisite form, their values great,
And I read more

'Tis plate of rare device and jewels
Of rich and exquisite form, their values great,
And I am something curious, being strange,
To have them in sale stowage.

I grant you, friends, if you should fright the ladies out of
their wits, they would have no more read more

I grant you, friends, if you should fright the ladies out of
their wits, they would have no more discretion but to hang us;
but I will aggravate my voice so that I will roar you as gently
as any suckling dove; I will roar you an 'twere any nightingale.

Ah! when the means are gone that buy this praise,
The breath is gone whereof this praise is made.

Ah! when the means are gone that buy this praise,
The breath is gone whereof this praise is made.