I would that I were low laid in my grave: I am not worth this coil that 's made for read more

I would that I were low laid in my grave: I am not worth this coil that 's made for me. -King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.

They say we are Almost as like as eggs. -The Winter's Tale. Act i. Sc. 2.

They say we are Almost as like as eggs. -The Winter's Tale. Act i. Sc. 2.

I do now remember the poor creature, small beer. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 2.

I do now remember the poor creature, small beer. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 2.

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.

That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. read more

That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 5.

Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 5.

Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like read more

Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Off with his head! -King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Off with his head! -King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his read more

Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.