'T is all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's read more

'T is all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.

Men of few words are the best men. -King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Men of few words are the best men. -King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 2.

This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers…. There is divinity in odd numbers, either read more

This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers…. There is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act v. Sc. 1.

Every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is his own. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is his own. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute shall? -Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute shall? -Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1.

O, I have passed a miserable night, So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams, That, as I am a read more

O, I have passed a miserable night, So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 't were to buy a world of happy days. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 4.

All the world 's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their read more

All the world 's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard; Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Light seeking light doth light of light beguile. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.

Light seeking light doth light of light beguile. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.