It is a wise father that knows his own child. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.

It is a wise father that knows his own child. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.

I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, Even there read more

I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congregate. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.

I 'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.

I 'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.

Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth as household words,— Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, read more

Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth as household words,— Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,— Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3.

What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, read more

What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, though locked up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.

I have a kind of alacrity in sinking. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.

I have a kind of alacrity in sinking. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.

Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd The wild waves whist. -The read more

Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd The wild waves whist. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. read more

Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.