Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.

Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.

And now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked. -King Henry IV. read more

And now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.

I have gained my experience. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.

I have gained my experience. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.

There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out. -King Henry V. Act iv. read more

There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.

I am not in the roll of common men. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.

I am not in the roll of common men. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. 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!

Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth The tender read more

Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have: And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad. -A Midsummer read more

This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act v. Sc. 1.

The pleasing punishment that women bear. -The Comedy of Errors. Act i. Sc. 1.

The pleasing punishment that women bear. -The Comedy of Errors. Act i. Sc. 1.