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His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for 's read more
His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for 's power to thunder. -Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1.
If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I 'll be hanged. -King Henry IV. read more
If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I 'll be hanged. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.
Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.
Company, villanous company, hath been the spoil of me. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Company, villanous company, hath been the spoil of me. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3.
To unpathed waters, undreamed shores. -The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.
To unpathed waters, undreamed shores. -The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.
Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reap'd Showed like a stubble-land at harvest-home; He was perfumed like a read more
Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reap'd Showed like a stubble-land at harvest-home; He was perfumed like a milliner, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and took 't away again. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.
A very ancient and fish-like smell. -The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.
A very ancient and fish-like smell. -The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
Many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
Few of the university pen plaies well, they smell too much of
that writer Ovid and that writer Metamorphosis read more
Few of the university pen plaies well, they smell too much of
that writer Ovid and that writer Metamorphosis and talk too much
of Prosperpina and Jupiter. Why, here's our fellow Shakespeare
puts them all down. Aye, and Ben Jonson too. O that B.J. is a
pestilent fellow, he brought up Horace giving poets a pill, but
our fellow, Shakespeare, hath given him a purge that made him
beray his credit.
