O, what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal! -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. read more

O, what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal! -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.

I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad. -As You Like It. read more

I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.

I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. read more

I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.

They say, best men are moulded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being read more

They say, best men are moulded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.

Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his read more

Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath, Study to break it and not break my troth. -Love's Labour 's read more

Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath, Study to break it and not break my troth. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.

O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. -Measure read more

O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Halloo your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out. -Twelfth Night. Act read more

Halloo your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.

And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse read more

And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.