Consideration, like an angel, came And whipped the offending Adam out of him. -King Henry V. Act i. Sc. 1.

Consideration, like an angel, came And whipped the offending Adam out of him. -King Henry V. Act i. Sc. 1.

Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. read more

Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.

O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.

Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.

Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.

Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand read more

Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr! -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

A good mouth-filling oath. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.

A good mouth-filling oath. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.

A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here we will sit and let the sounds of music Creep in read more

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here we will sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There 's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins. Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.