It adds a precious seeing to the eye. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.

It adds a precious seeing to the eye. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.

A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman. -Love's Labour 's Lost. read more

A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.

The tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.

The tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains read more

Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.

How now, foolish rheum! -King John. Act iv. Sc. 1.

How now, foolish rheum! -King John. Act iv. Sc. 1.

He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading; Lofty and sour to them read more

He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading; Lofty and sour to them that loved him not, But to those men that sought him sweet as summer. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.

In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 1.

In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 1.

Enough, with over-measure. -Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Enough, with over-measure. -Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can read more

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination, That if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear! -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act v. Sc. 1.