And the vile squeaking of the wry-necked fife. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 5.

And the vile squeaking of the wry-necked fife. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 5.

Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.

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.

Gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Under whose colours he read more

Gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Under whose colours he had fought so long. -King Richard II. Act iv. Sc. 1.

With foreheads villanous low. -The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.

With foreheads villanous low. -The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Now my soul hath elbow-room. -King John. Act v. Sc. 7.

Now my soul hath elbow-room. -King John. Act v. Sc. 7.

Even at the turning o' the tide. -King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Even at the turning o' the tide. -King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close; And let us all to meditation. -King Henry VI. Part II. read more

Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close; And let us all to meditation. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 3.

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.